1. Prayer to St. Francis
Now low rod :
marvel me, make me
knock, turn, open
my hat of sky,
let me so love.
Where caution is
ripe air, let us
garden injury; where
let’s outdo fealty,
you and I
unruly. Dear spare bed,
dear whole open
ingathered weather :
furl hope, make
to lie in
whether we’re sad
after or joyful.
O dear viny mass,
grow green ever
for us to seek.
Peace, okay!, speak goodness of marriage
and come one eve already. O least ear of It,
come : I’m the lowliest savant of the lordly.
I ask : bring down one tome, accord your word
freely, make my worry becalmed. Fresh incident,
live among us as language : caritas, carry us :
wholly other to each other, may we become worth,
the promised crisis of relation. May our heat be
your great egress; through the mess of our anger
announce to us : “Spilt ink, gnashing, overdone
truths—be through with them and suffering.”
Help deliver us two from circumspection.