to St. Francis of Assisi
God bless the tranquil, the serene
those who do not raise false alarms
and stir the hornets nest of worry, of uncertainty
of casual gossip
who say when they arise I live to serve
the King of Peace, to bear witness
to the starlight in darkness
to the cooling breeze in the desert
to the sunrise in the storm
to that which is living
to that which is born
that stems from
a green and transcendent branch
ever branching
the skies overhead unbroken by turmoil
the sea in its seabed resting, down to the small creamed wave
the small animals in their forest haunts
barely stirring among the moonlit ferns-
in the shadows
the Child in his mother's arms.
mary angela douglas 5 july 2023
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