Best Saint Francis Poems

The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The arched ceiling holds a dangling string of...

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Dear St. Francis,

In a recent dialogue with a close friend, I became aware during the conversation that I made a statement  that was misunderstood. I allowed it to remain that way, not pursuing a path of correction. The tone and subject matter was such...

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Saint Francis of Assisi, (name at birth was Giovanni)
had a way with mother nature that to all seemed quite uncanny.
His voice alone would bring the birds to settle at his feet
and listen to his sermons, in the forest, which was sweet.

Within the town of Gubbio,...

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I have often been accused of being one of those,
people who hates people but loves animals,
but none of that is really true at all.
I do like people, but in all honesty,
I enjoy myself more when people aren't around me,
and I do prefer domestic, feral or...

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A hospital is not the spot I’d choose
For a fun filled holiday.
It’s narrow bed is not a place
I would while the hours away.

But, one thing I've discovered--
Zero are the chances
That you’ll ever find a finer folk
Than the angels at Saint Francis.
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John Audelay translations by Michael R. Burch. John Audelay was a medieval English poet who died circa 1426.

Dread of Death (excerpts)
by John Audelay
translation by Michael R. Burch

Lady, help! Jesu, mercy!
Timor mortis conturbat me. [The fear of death dismays me.]

Dread of death, sorrow for sin,
Trouble my...

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