Beth 3

SaintsFranciscan monks in belted umber robes Triplet vows hang from their waists in knots I wonder: Have they found all they have sought Within their pious, self-inflicted woes? Rejecting all the glories of the globe For charity and poverty; do not The unrobed men, with the same lot Take comfort in the godly man who knows The trial of a life full of withouts? And do they also bless their sad complaints? The destitute and lost, the poorest louts Disadvantaged martyrs, hidden saints Without vows, but without earthly things These nuns and monks; in death, the queens and kingSaints


Santa ChiaraUpon the steps a wrinkled woman sat. Above her rose the church, its white façade Shim’ring like the halo of a god. A basket filled with saints’ cards in her lap, She caught me staring, rose quick as a cat And hobbled near. She smiled and gave a nod. Said, “Take this prayer, and earn the grace of God.” I took the card of Saint Clare, asking, “What Shall I do with His grace? But thank you so.” She did not understand my English words; She held her palm turned up, expectantly But nothing did I place into it. “No!” She snapped, and snatched the card away. I heard Her mutSanta Chiara
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