"CUM GRANDE HUMILITATE!"

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A special "Thank you!"
Goes out to
John Michael Talbot
for giving us permission
to use his song on our
"Come to the Quiet"
You Tube Video
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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Alien



by

MARY BRENT WHITESIDE

He crouches in the chapel, on his knees,
With matted hair that hangs in dusky strands;

Apart and strange, among the little bands

Of worshipers, for he is not as these.

Alone! and yet a deeper vision sees

That near this alien with his grimy hands,

That Little Poor Man of Assisi stands,

As Giotto painted him upon a frieze.

I knew one luminous Italian spring!

"Your province? Is it Umbria?" I ask.

The weariness falls from him like a mask,

And all his visage is a shining thing,
As though some deathless master of his race

Inscribed a sudden message on his face.

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