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simply francis



on every wing
a blessing
and a home
in the purity of the air


for every savage,
hungry wolf
forgiveness and a feast
fit for a lost soul
returned home


and to every brother
perfect and imperfect
a simple song of gratitude
for providing the means
in which to walk
the way of truth

Rene ~ May 2011
for Magpie Tales

Comments

  1. brenda wMay 9, 2011 at 10:05 PM

    Rene, The first and last line both uplift. This piece is a gift.

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  2. Brian MillerMay 9, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    amen.

    now which verses of the hymn should we sing today...smiles.

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  3. hedgewitchMay 10, 2011 at 12:18 AM

    A trifecta of bright images, my favorite is the first, carrying the heart into the flight.

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  4. AnnaMay 10, 2011 at 12:58 AM

    This was lovely, I enjoyed your poem.

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  5. Henry ClemmonsMay 10, 2011 at 1:18 AM

    Beautiful. Very touching, moving and inspiring. Such a smooth, real presentation. LIKED it!

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  6. FrikoMay 10, 2011 at 9:48 AM

    a religious poem which I can accept as poetic.
    I like this very much.

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  7. FrikoMay 10, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    I've joined your band of followers. it's that damned 'a few words about yourself' that's done it.

    Pathetic, I know.

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  8. UnknownMay 10, 2011 at 10:05 AM

    Oh yes! St Francis and I walk hand in hand. I appreciate your wise reference to his beatitude.

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  9. HelenMay 10, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    Rene,
    Simply Francis is simply lovely.

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  10. Fred MillerMay 10, 2011 at 12:48 PM

    The way of truth is paved with stones and briars. They need love and compassion, too.

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  11. Ann GrenierMay 10, 2011 at 1:01 PM

    Beautiful poem, Rene.

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  12. Tess KincaidMay 10, 2011 at 2:11 PM

    I love that simple song of gratitude.

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  13. Coloring Outside the LinesMay 10, 2011 at 3:48 PM

    loved the whole thing- perfect for the prompt

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  14. UnknownMay 10, 2011 at 4:02 PM

    you betcha, Fred Miller

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  15. TimoteoMay 10, 2011 at 4:33 PM

    goose bumps

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  16. Other MaryMay 10, 2011 at 8:14 PM

    Reads like a prayer - just lovely Renee.

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  17. Irish GumboMay 10, 2011 at 10:05 PM

    Dreaming Assisi,
    Gratitude in every song
    She has written truth

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  18. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMay 10, 2011 at 10:38 PM

    sweet and yummy words.
    lovely magpie.

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  19. PearlMay 11, 2011 at 9:16 AM

    Aww, Rene. :-) Such graceful -- and gracious -- peace in your words.

    Pearl

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  20. Poets UnitedMay 11, 2011 at 10:52 AM

    Really enjoyed this piece. This reveals such a good attitude, in a fresh style.

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  21. HelenaMay 11, 2011 at 3:53 PM

    Heartwarming. Delightful little lift.

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  22. MichaelMay 11, 2011 at 8:00 PM

    A perfect poem for St. Francis. Well done, Renee. And thank you for stopping by too. Always a a pleasure. As it is, I left you a comment there. Do check it out when you have time. :)

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  23. Everyday GoddessMay 12, 2011 at 10:09 AM

    Simple beautiful.
    xo

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  24. hyperCRYPTICalMay 12, 2011 at 12:32 PM

    Just perfect.

    Anna :o]

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  25. TrellissimoMay 12, 2011 at 2:54 PM

    Giving blessings can't be bad...

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  26. Fragrant LiarMay 16, 2011 at 2:17 AM

    Wow! That was EXCELLENT!

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  27. Steve IsaakMay 18, 2011 at 6:37 PM

    Great-flow work.

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