This is a hymn I wrote some years ago as a kind of meditation on Francis' language of Death as our sister, by the death and resurrection of Jesus.
St. Francis
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His suffocated smile exhausted
Drops all pretense now, accosted
Undiluted death
Her honest disregard is flagrant
Open on her faint but fragrant
Guacamole breath
His jello in the corner warming
Mind at loss and set to swarming
Aches to break the day
Recollections drip with pictures
Dreams and loves and kitchen fixtures
Cracking earth, a way
But still she stands, her shadow rising
Death's resolve uncompromising
Concocted grins convulse
Shriveled hands delight in feeling
Weakness made so strong, revealing
Diarrhea pulse
Gasping now, he dreams in paintings
Splashing hope like light un-fainting
Praying hope to life
At his last, this unknown mister
Sweetly whispers, calls her, sister,
Soft unsettled strife
As he pecks her cheek, releases
Her bewildered heart in pieces
Quickens at his side
Her innocence at one time ended
She finds in his her life amended:
Baptized holy Bride
"...and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations." Revelation 22:2
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