Saint Francis: A poem by Christopher Villiers
It takes a wise man to become Christ’s fool,
It takes a great man to become a child,
To live not just to hear the Gospel rule,
The raging fury to become so mild.
You shed your gaudy clothes and father proud,
You left behind earth’s glory and repute,
Feasting on hunger, destitution-bowed,
You trod the painful path in Christ’s pursuit.
Pain was your joy, poverty your bride,
Your congregation men, birds, wolves and trees,
Within your body proclaimed Christ crucified
And stigmata greater than eye sees.
Brother Francis, let me be your brother
Kept close to Christ and his Blessed Mother.
© Christopher Villiers