franciscan - September 2004
© The Society of Saint Francis, 2004
Julian
Two windows to the world were yours.
One, square reality in solid stone, opened
to sound and sight of the humdrum street;
and to shout and curse and tread of feet
and mire of inhumanity there was no pause.
The other, mirror for that wealth you taught,
led you to see in insubstantial Love
the son et lumière that is the ground,
in fact, of all that is. Infinity you found
in a nutshell, mandala purely wrought.
You knew, of course, from this, that one
could never be without the other, that Love
looks through the window from the street
and brings
reflection, from our humanity, that sings
and shines with the light of the eternal Son.
Michaela OSC