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The monk sat in his temple Swathed in his saffron robe While incense wafted through the air Somewhere a gong could be heard, in the distance Pristine, austere, noble With all the trappings of wisdom With the aura of enlightenment With the odor of sanctity With the nobility of humility And the pilgrim asked him, are you poor? “No,” said the monk “For I desire nothing, Cling to nothing Long for nothing, And so I am free, Even rich As though I possessed The whole world.” Francis sat in the dust Covered in a beggar’s rags While the scent of sewage lingered near The coughing of the poor was heard, all round ***** abject, neglected With all the trappings of homelessness With the aura of his friends, the sick With the odor of his brothers, the abandoned Having forsaken nobility for humility And the pilgrim asked him, are you poor? “No,” smiled Francis “For I have found Him whom I desire, I have cleaved fast to Him, I am filled by Him, And so I am free, Even rich For I do not need the world When I embrace its Master.”
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
Orbis non Sufficit
The monk sat in his temple Swathed in his saffron robe While incense wafted through the air Somewhere a gong could be heard, in the distance Pristine, austere, noble With all the trappings of wisdom With the aura of enlightenment With the odor of sanctity With the nobility of humility And the pilgrim asked him, are you poor? “No,” said the monk “For I desire nothing, Cling to nothing Long for nothing, And so I am free, Even rich As though I possessed The whole world.” Francis sat in the dust Covered in a beggar’s rags While the scent of sewage lingered near The coughing of the poor was heard, all round ***** abject, neglected With all the trappings of homelessness With the aura of his friends, the sick With the odor of his brothers, the abandoned Having forsaken nobility for humility And the pilgrim asked him, are you poor? “No,” smiled Francis “For I have found Him whom I desire, I have cleaved fast to Him, I am filled by Him, And so I am free, Even rich For I do not need the world When I embrace its Master.”
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
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