“In everything beautiful Francis saw Him Who is Beauty itself,
And he followed his Beloved everywhere by
His likeness imprinted on creation;
Of all creation he made a ladder by which he might mount up
And embrace Him who is all desirable.”
(St. Bonaventure, Major Life of St. Francis)
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-- e.e.cummings
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