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"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace: where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy." - Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi (Fr. E. Bouquerel 1855-1923)

Saint Francis in Meditation
Painted by Francisco de Zurbarán (1598-1664),
Oil on canvas © The National Gallery, London

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A Sam Scott poem:
4th October 2023

Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi
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St Francis

Oh Saintly friend
I feel your pain
The world you left us, now
Racked and strained

As patron 
Of our Eden land
Destruction here
At human hand

So Francis,
From your lofty view
Come teach us, Spirit
Help us renew

This blue jeweled orb
That we call home
I fear we cannot
Do this alone

So perfectly
Your tender touch
Shaped lives, helped people
Created much

You gave away
Things you acquired
Opposite of where
Our hearts are mired

If there is hope
For nature's calm
We need the touch
Of Heaven's palm

So hear our prayers
As we pray yours
To open wide
Those pearly doors

Cascading colour
Once again
May selfish humans
From selves refrain

naturerhyme

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