The larks are friends of daylight and shun the shadows of twilight. But on the eve that St. Francis passed from this world to Christ, just as twilight was descending, the larks rose up to the roof of his cell and began circling it with clamor of wingbeat and song. No one knew if they were singing with joy or sadness, for their voices were filled with joyful tears and sad joy, as if they were orphaned children weeping and singing their father into heaven. The city guards who were keeping watch were filled with wonder and they summoned others to witness the sight.
Celano - Treatise on the Miracles
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
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What could be more appropriate than the little larks bidding St. Francis goodbye?
ReplyDeleteI hope St. Francis' Feastday was a blessed day for you, brother lesser.
Thank you for that beautuful picture of St. Francis, ccheryl.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you gabrielle. St. Francis's fiestday proved to be a very enlightening and spiritual day for me, capped up with a visit to my confessor. I told Father, "Boy are you going to be sorry! You had the opportunity to duck out and you blew it!"
Wishing all of you a very blessed and joy-filled day!
Happy belated feast day!
ReplyDeletePax et Bonum,
Jean