Today the church remembers St Francis of Assisi, so here is a sneak peek at a new poem I wrote based on his life and ethos for The Swelling Year.
Instruments (For Francis of Assisi)
All our instruments tend to dischord.
We turn away from harmony
in search of our own tunes.
Brother Jesus, in leper’s dress, welcomes us.
We leave Him with His bell and seek
better jewels and robes.
The channels of our hearts are noise.
Only little buds whisper the wonder
that God came as child.
Christ who died for life’s sake: teach
my miser-heart to be a pauper for love,
breathing into death.