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Trishie
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I did know that Francis didn’t write this prayer, but due to its title, understandably, many people would understandably assume that St Francis wrote the prayer.
I wrote a prayer poem once, that the Capuchin provincial of the time, (he led our local secular Franciscan community), said reminded him of the Canticle of the Sun. It doesn’t mention Jesus specifically, but it’s addressed to Him. It’s about some things I love:
A song of praise and delight
My Lord, You delight me!
As to glimpse, and to recognise, reciprocal love
and feel the exquisite response within!
As the quickening touch of hand warm with affection–
excruciating joy, in wordless transmission…
As the splash of another’s unselfish tear,
As glimmering joy after sobbing grief;
As the peace of forgiveness restored!
You fill my heart, Lord!
As breath drawn to spontaneous laugh!
As a knowledge sought-labouring, suddenly complete,
As the new insight of a truth always known…
You delight me, O Lord!
As the sudden bright flame when burning logs fall;
As the iridescence of dewdrops on grass;
As the diamond shattering of raindrops on glass…
You astonish me, Lord!
As sun-warmth on a frost-chilled cheek;
As the shock of cool air on a sleep-warm lung,
and the gasp of a cold rock pool plunge…
You exhilarate me, Lord!
As first raindrop’s shock on long-cracked drought;
As the pungent earth-smell of dust after rain;
As one blue patch over flood’s despaired ruin…
You restore me, O Lord!
As rainbow arching across misted heavens—
juxtaposed in translucent bright colours—
shimmers assurance of God’s devoted love,
You hearten me O Lord!
As fresh-sprung breeze soft-caressing my hair;
As clean slash of gusting wind on a panting run,
As rustle of whirling leaves’ crisp fall…
You refresh me, O Lord!
As clear birdsong on pale smoky air;
As birds wheeling wild in blue freedom,
As the surprise of a bird almost touched!
You awake my song, Lord!
As silent-meeting-wide-eyes on a bushwalk;
As soft mew of a frightened wild creature…
Momentary brush of escaping fur…
You touch my compassion, Lord!
As full blooms warmed fragrant by afternoon sun,
As falling petals with fruit-blossom’s promise;
As flowers queening glorious for one single day
You enchant me, O Lord!
As lone-walking known paths alien-in-moon-silver;
As jewelled clarity of stars far from cities;
As dark tree-framed sunrise gleaming scarlet and gold…
You awe me, O Lord!
Delighting, I lay before You all things that move my heart—
pleasing sense and memory—that shared, are enhanced,
returned to their Creator, are fulfilled,
to give You glory Lord, to give You thanks.
I wrote a prayer poem once, that the Capuchin provincial of the time, (he led our local secular Franciscan community), said reminded him of the Canticle of the Sun. It doesn’t mention Jesus specifically, but it’s addressed to Him. It’s about some things I love:
A song of praise and delight
My Lord, You delight me!
As to glimpse, and to recognise, reciprocal love
and feel the exquisite response within!
As the quickening touch of hand warm with affection–
excruciating joy, in wordless transmission…
As the splash of another’s unselfish tear,
As glimmering joy after sobbing grief;
As the peace of forgiveness restored!
You fill my heart, Lord!
As breath drawn to spontaneous laugh!
As a knowledge sought-labouring, suddenly complete,
As the new insight of a truth always known…
You delight me, O Lord!
As the sudden bright flame when burning logs fall;
As the iridescence of dewdrops on grass;
As the diamond shattering of raindrops on glass…
You astonish me, Lord!
As sun-warmth on a frost-chilled cheek;
As the shock of cool air on a sleep-warm lung,
and the gasp of a cold rock pool plunge…
You exhilarate me, Lord!
As first raindrop’s shock on long-cracked drought;
As the pungent earth-smell of dust after rain;
As one blue patch over flood’s despaired ruin…
You restore me, O Lord!
As rainbow arching across misted heavens—
juxtaposed in translucent bright colours—
shimmers assurance of God’s devoted love,
You hearten me O Lord!
As fresh-sprung breeze soft-caressing my hair;
As clean slash of gusting wind on a panting run,
As rustle of whirling leaves’ crisp fall…
You refresh me, O Lord!
As clear birdsong on pale smoky air;
As birds wheeling wild in blue freedom,
As the surprise of a bird almost touched!
You awake my song, Lord!
As silent-meeting-wide-eyes on a bushwalk;
As soft mew of a frightened wild creature…
Momentary brush of escaping fur…
You touch my compassion, Lord!
As full blooms warmed fragrant by afternoon sun,
As falling petals with fruit-blossom’s promise;
As flowers queening glorious for one single day
You enchant me, O Lord!
As lone-walking known paths alien-in-moon-silver;
As jewelled clarity of stars far from cities;
As dark tree-framed sunrise gleaming scarlet and gold…
You awe me, O Lord!
Delighting, I lay before You all things that move my heart—
pleasing sense and memory—that shared, are enhanced,
returned to their Creator, are fulfilled,
to give You glory Lord, to give You thanks.
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Joe_5859
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That’s quite disingenuous. While technically true, the prayer does use “Lord” and “Divine Master” as the entire thing is directed towards God. The “Our Father” doesn’t use the words “God” or “Jesus” either, and it uses the self-referential “we” or “us” 9 times. The “Prayer of St. Francis” uses “I”, “me” or “we” 6 times. So what?the words “God” and “Jesus” never appearing once.
Sure, we can point out that St. Francis didn’t write the prayer (because he didn’t) even though most people familiar with the prayer assume that he did. Just like we might point out that he never said “Preach the Gospel at all times; when necessary, use words.” He didn’t say that either, even though it gets routinely credited to him. But why denigrate the prayer?
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