Penance dances dreary; thoughts I cannot indulge;
How shine these things Francis knew,
When they are so negative, unhappy am I,
They leave me blue, though I bulge.
How did he mean, fasting by name?
Bread and water, one meal a day, or none at all;
Just the same did Jesus fast, or he, Francis?
I know both did so, and not small.
I ask, till I read the Rule he gave, and gospel about Dear Jesus written,
Why can't I do the same?
How do I do fasting when from fasting I refrain?
And too full to yet fill
Wait and hope on His strength,
Though no-prayer, and sin, remain.
How did Francis mean abstaining, like fasting the same?
From meat, or love, or words, or water, or sin?
Why fear I abstaining, when He did, on wood, slain,
From every selfish thing, including His own name.
Did he still mean so, if this meant suffering pain?
Fasting and abstaining, certainly it meant refraining,
Or partaking in what we don't want, quiet and meek,
Lady humility presiding us so last among many we gain.
What did he mean, make his Rules so demanding?
With groomed hair and washed faces to hide all from sight
Those who seek emptiness claim,
So what he knew is welcome, not commanding.
Why did Jesus die on the wrought tree?
What void in us did He want to fill?
Persist in the Rules Francis gave and see,
But yes, in all we are asked, strive patiently.
Brother Not, sfo