The Prayer of St. Francis
It’s Sunday and as usual, I’m skipping church. That, however, doesn’t mean that I don’t pray. Or that I don’t give thanks. Or that I’m far from God. In fact, I feel Him quite near most days. In this I find comfort always. Because everything is exactly as it is supposed to be and God is within each moment, both joy & pain, silliness and fury. It’s all ok.
A copy of St. Francis’ prayer, framed in gold, sits on the nightstand next to my childhood bed. He’s got a funny haircut and needs new shoes. Those were my childhood impressions of the gentle man. What else do we know about St Francis? He loved children and animals and could kick Dr. Doolittle’s ass in speaking with them. And in simple words, thoughts, and earnest meditations, he broke down what we needed to do in just a few simple lines.
Sarah McLachlan - Prayer Of St Francis
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