Assisi: a Ventriloquism For My Grail

A leap across the hill-top, Is an encounter with God. Concealed in the language of history The depth of human religiosity. It rings true for me though Those stories of Francis of Assisi. Surely, striking the hallmarks of simplicity In quietude where I cling to reality. There is a twofold bridge in it, That is historical and biblical. That I must continue to face The conundrum of life in details. As my eyes follow the historical marks My spirit keeps me wander to go beyond. I saw and greeted my experience Rooted in a quest for holiness. On this journey that I make Seeks intimacy and familiarity. With the One beyond in my sanctuary The great mystery, the depth of my sensitivity. It is my own nature and being To be fascinated and become aware. Like the ancient Greeks’ epikeia The gateway to conventional sapientia. St Francis of Assisi walks with me Who awakens and links me to nada An experience of self-emptying and detachment Indeed, he is a mentor, an inspiration. Maybe there is a restriction on the way To go inside the religious buildings. But such an experience to be there, Increasingly more interior and spiritual. It is not always the way I think though But it is tremendum et fascinans. The dynamics of inwardness compels To the experience of silence and beyond. Francis and Clare, mirror of sanctity! Through the centuries they have been our saints. Being a pilgrim I hail them as my friends In search for beatitude and spiritual fulfillment.