The Breath Of Saint Franics (Speak To Me Of God)

As the almond tree touched by the
breath of Saint Francis...

I lie in your embrace.

"Speak to me of God..." He whispered to
the tree.

The tree spoke in flowers that
blossomed in the barren
scape of winter.

"Speak to me of God..."

Your fingers whispers as the
breath of Saint Francis.

And in the depth of a winter that
parts only to your touch...

I do.

 

~

 

When Saint Francis came upon a barren almond tree in depth of winter he paused before it and asked the poor tree to speak to him of God - and touch by breath and words and something still more - the tree blossomed and showered the earth in the warmth of its eternal spring. Always renewed, reborn to a sense of wonder - the language of God. Today, tomorrow...speak to me of God.

 

 

Peace,

Eric