"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

Third Order Franciscan

Herald of Mary
And
The Trinity

Three Wishes! 1) To work with lepers. 2) To die a martyr. 3) To be buried in the Franciscan habit.

Martyr

Saint to the lepers in Mutemwa Africa

Visionary

Musician

Mutemwa (You are cut off) Hill

Poet

Friend

Strange Vagabond Of God "Please always consider me as a Monk of Our Lady and a vagabond of God. Saint Francis Bernadone (Francis of Assisi) is my spiritual master - but no imitation. Let us imitate the KING, so we will be true originals. O pray, pray that I may follow Him well and fulfil my odd role in this short Earthly Play and sojourn."

Mystic

Brother

"Roll On The Kingdom."

Ad tertiam I will relate all Thy wonders, I will be glad and rejoice! Thou art the God of the thunders Yet Thine is the still small voice: After the whirlwind and after the fire Thine is the laughter, the light and the lyre!

The Magnificent Eccentric

Strange Vagabond Of God

Strange vagabond that knows not what to seek! The rest you lack lies not this far afield: Much babel tumult makes your hearing weak, And all repleat with sights your eyes are sealed.

Did I not wish for Oriental flavour Of suffering as mute as lepers know Being so powerless in frames that waver Diminishing, as limb by limb they go.

Far out you've strayed to find your inmost soul But souls their eloquence in stillness find: Be still then! let God's silence make you whole, For He alone can calm your troubled mind.

Your heart's desire is nearest, though unseen, Your haven of perfection close at hand; And that drear quest was as a fevered dream; God's love within you is your native land.

"He Became
The Eyes
For The Blind,
Hands For The Fingerless,
Feet For The Lame,
Comforter Of The Dying.

He Was
Their Grave Digger, too,
Burying The Dead
With Great Respect."
(Dove)

So search none other, never more depart, For you are homeless, save God keeps your heart.

I love this inability to end Ever without just adding one more verse, It seems to me a sempiternal trend For blending with The One is none the worse Even for endless aeons unbegun To wit: God - Holy Spirit , Father, Son.