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Saint Francis Poems - Poems about Saint Francis


John Audelay translations by Michael R Burch
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 heart, full grievously: My soul wars with my lust then. Passio Christi...

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Categories: saint francis, brother, death, fate, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member I Am Saint Francis of Assisi
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 wild animal company. Move over Saint Francis of Assisi, there's a new...

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Categories: saint francis, self,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member A Letter To Saint Francis of Assisi
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 that it was best to leave it that way....

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Categories: saint francis, bible, christian, prayer,
Form: Personification
Premium Member Saint Francis
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, a Wolf preyed on the folk until our hero cornered it...

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Categories: saint francis, faith, humor, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Stygian Doubts-The Catacombs of Saint Francis, Lima, Peru
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 incandescent bulbs which cast a sickly yellow glow on my...

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Categories: saint francis, adventure, allusion, faith,
Form: Prose Poetry



Angels At Saint Francis
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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Categories: saint francis, caregiving, love, people, places,
Form: I do not know?

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