Aย Saint Psalmody
I look to you, Francis of Assisi, and what you did when you answered the call.
How your hands must have ached, holding each stone on those cold mornings. You lifted stone after stone into place, until the pile of ruins took on the image of the old Church it once was.
But that wasn’t what our Lord meant when he told you, “rebuild my Church,” is it?
parting clouds
sudden enlightenment
gleaming off sweat
No, it was not. That was one of many reasons that I called myself “brother ass.” Who else but me needed the Lord’s voice to echo in my ears to do His will? But why do you look to me, when your own path begins under your feet? Seek your answers in the silence of your own heart, where you will hear the whisper of our Lord’s voice. Listen, then do what He tells you.
Autumn wind
the last fall foliage
settles to earth
for Poets United Midweek Motif – Saints
Frank J. Tassone 
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