{"id":6808,"date":"2020-07-17T07:40:22","date_gmt":"2020-07-17T14:40:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=6808"},"modified":"2020-07-17T07:56:49","modified_gmt":"2020-07-17T14:56:49","slug":"francis-of-assisi-the-canticle-of-brother-sun-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2020\/07\/17\/francis-of-assisi-the-canticle-of-brother-sun-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Francis of Assisi – The Canticle of Brother Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Canticle of Brother Sun
\nby Francis of Assisi<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

English version by Ivan M. Granger<\/font><\/p>\n

My Lord most high, all-powerful, all-good,
\nCelebration, light, and all sweet blessings are yours,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 yours alone.
\nNo man speaks
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who can speak your Name.<\/p>\n

Praise to you, my Lord, and to all beings of your creation!
\nPraise especially to brother sun,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who fills the day with light
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 through whom you shine!
\nBeautiful and bright, magnificent with splendor,
\nHe shows us your Face.<\/p>\n

Praise to my Lord for sister moon
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and for the stars.
\nYou have formed them in the firmament,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 fine and rare and fair.
\nPraise to you, Lord, for brother wind,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 for the air, for the clouds,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 for fair days and every turn of weather
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u2014 through which you feed the world.<\/p>\n

Praise to my Lord for sister water,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 precious and pure, who selflessly serves all.<\/p>\n

Praise to my Lord for brother fire,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 through whom you fill the dark with light.
\nLovely is he in his delight, mighty and strong.<\/p>\n

Praise to my Lord for our sister, mother earth,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who nourishes us and surrounds us
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 in a world ripe with fruit, pregnant
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 with grassy fields,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 spangled with flowers.<\/p>\n

Praise to my Lord for those seeking your love,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who discover within themselves forgiveness,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 rejecting neither frailty nor sorrow.
\nEnduring in serenity, they are blessed,
\nFor they shall be crowned by your hand, Most High.<\/p>\n

Praise to my Lord for our sister death,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the body\u2019s death,
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 whom none avoid.
\nA great sadness for those who die having missed life\u2019s mark;
\nYet blessed they whose way
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 is your most holy will \u2014
\nHaving died once, the second death
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 does them no ill.<\/p>\n

Sing praises!
\nOffer holy blessings to my Lord!
\nIn gratitude, selflessly offer yourself to him.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology)<\/a>, Edited by Ivan M. Granger<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by rkramer62<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Thank you to everyone who sent a note of concern about my absence from these poetry emails. I apologize about that unannounced pause. Let me reassure you that I am doing well and my health is okay. The reason I haven\u2019t sent any poems during this past month or so is because my wife\u2019s mother needed to go to the hospital, then hospice care, and then passed away. (Her death was not related to the current pandemic, however.)<\/p>\n

Since my wife was her mother\u2019s only relative, she bore a heavy burden in caring for her and in handling each new challenge and crisis as it arose. It is a profoundly difficult balance to deal with the whirlwind of decisions and responsibilities while also feeling the grief and complex emotions surrounding a close family member\u2019s death. I went through all of this myself when both of my parents died about ten years ago. I was also an only child, but my mother had an extended family of many sisters who helped with everything. My wife has been on her own in dealing with her mother\u2019s death, having only me to help her. <\/p>\n

So we have been dealing with nurses and doctors and hospital administrators, sometimes having to fight with them on her mother\u2019s behalf. Worrying questions of nursing homes and healthcare coverage switched to meetings with hospice care workers, who are the saints of the healthcare world. We wrestled with the uncomfortable questions of burial versus cremation and meetings with funeral home directors. We did a weekend sprint to move all of her mother\u2019s worldly possessions from her tiny apartment before month\u2019s end, rapidly sorting through things of emotional significance as if they were random objects that take up too much space. We navigated the bureaucracy necessary to close out financial accounts. I say \u2018we\u2019 but much of that effort was led by my wife. While I have helped in all the ways I could as well as acting as emotional support, I have primarily been pushing to keep my work hours high in my day job through all of this so that, in the midst of everything else, my wife can also take time to grieve without worrying about her own work.<\/p>\n

Death is such a huge event, the final life passage. I like to think of it as our final initiation, our graduation ceremony. It is quite a challenge to find the balance that allows us to hold the appropriate sense of reverence in the midst of so many pressing practical demands. As a poet and a spiritual practitioner, I naturally want to be internal, contemplative and, of course, a loving presence to the person crossing such a profound threshold, but it takes real skill to accomplish all that is necessary and still hold that inner sacred space.<\/p>\n

I continually stand in wonder at the immensity and beauty and crushing challenges of this human life \u2014 as well as its closure. I am in awe of every single person on this planet: we all walk a courageous path through this life.<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

St. Francis composed his masterpiece, the Canticle of Brother Sun, in three parts. The first part in praise of the beauty and holiness of nature as a reflection of the Divine, was written in the Spring of 1225, immediately after he received the stigmata during an extended meditation retreat among a group of caves.<\/p>\n

The second section, the segment on forgiveness and peace, was composed soon after, perhaps in response to the squabbling of political and religious authorities in Assisi.<\/p>\n

The final verses were written late the following year as St. Francis was dying, in which he seems to be greeting \u201csister death.\u201d<\/p>\n

This hymn is one of the first great works written in Italian. At the time, Latin was the language of the Church and of learning. Yet, as part of Francis\u2019s humility and affinity with the common people, he composed this praise poem in simple Italian so all could be inspired by it.<\/p>\n

Praise for brother sun and sister moon, for the living wind and water and fire and earth. Praise for love and peace, without which the living awareness collapses to barrenness. And praise to death, too, who, in the fulness of time, brings completion and life\u2019s final initiation. Through this poem we witness the whole pageant of life as it expresses itself through us and all the world.<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

Be well, everyone \u2014 and bright blessings!<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Francis of Assisi<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology)<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nReal Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nFrancis and Clare: The Complete Works: The Classics of Western Spirituality<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nFor Lovers of God Everywhere: Poems of the Christian Mystics<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nAll Saints: Daily Reflections on Saints, Prophets, and Witnesses for Our Time<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n\"Francis<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nFrancis of Assisi<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Italy (1181 \u2013 1226) Timeline<\/a>
\nChristian<\/a> : Catholic<\/a>
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Often called the Povorello or \u201cPoor Little Man\u201d for his love of radical simplicity and identification with the poor.<\/p>\n

St. Francis of Assisi himself was a great lover of French Troubadour songs and traditions. Though he lived and taught within the Catholic Church, elements of Cathar and Troubadour spirituality can be seen in his own radiant ministry: his love of nature, his vision of a divine woman, and his relationship with St. Clare (which was very much in the tradition of the chaste Lover-Beloved relationship espoused by the Troubadour ideal of courtly love.)<\/p>\n

Francis was born in 1181 or 1182 to a prosperous merchant family in Assisi, Italy. His father, Pietro Bernadone, was on a business trip in France when the child was born and he was upset on his return to find out that the child was initially baptized with the name Giovanni after the ascetic John the Baptist. Pietro Bernadone wanted a worldly son, someone who would one day take over his business of trading in fine cloths, so he renamed his son Francesco, \u201cthe Frenchman,\u201d for Pietro was enamored with all things French.<\/p>\n

As Francis grew up, his natural charisma and joy attracted people to him, becoming the leader of a raucous group of young men. He led an easy life, taking full advantage of his family\u2019s wealth and the permissiveness of the times.<\/p>\n

Francis shared his father\u2019s love of France. He was particularly drawn to the songs of mystical romance brought to Italy by the Provencal Troubadours.<\/p>\n

There were many key events in Francis\u2019s early life that led, ultimately, to a profound spiritual change in the young man:<\/p>\n

Francis\u2019s father dreamed of more than wealth for the young man, he wanted his son to be elevated to nobility. Showing valor in war was the most likely way to accomplish this; and soon the opportunity presented itself when Assisi declared war against its neighboring town Perugia.<\/p>\n

The war went badly for Assisi and most of its young men were killed, except for the wealthy who were captured and held for ransom. Francis spent a year in a dungeon before he was released.<\/p>\n

On his return to Assisi, Francis resumed his life of revelry.<\/p>\n

Next, a call went out for soldiers in the Fourth Crusade. Francis, his mind filled with romantic stories and aspirations for glory, bought a fine horse and had an elaborate suit of armor made \u2014 and he left for war.<\/p>\n

But he didn\u2019t get more than a day\u2019s ride away. He had a powerful dream in which God told him that he must return home, which he did. This was a stunning action that was interpreted by the townspeople as cowardice. His father was outraged at the family\u2019s humiliation and the money wasted on his armor.<\/p>\n

Francis began to turn inward, devoting increasing time to prayer and quietly wandering through the countryside.<\/p>\n

During this time, Francis forced himself to overcome his lifelong revulsion of leprosy by kissing the hand of a man afflicted with leprosy.<\/p>\n

While praying at the dilapidated church of San Damiano, Francis heard Christ speak to him, telling him to \u201crepair my church.\u201d Francis took this literally, assuming it applied to the small church he was praying in, and began immediately to rebuild its crumbling walls. (Only later would this command be understood as a call to rebuild the spiritual foundations of the Church, with a capital \u201cC\u201d.) To pay for his new endeavors, he sold his father\u2019s cloth and used the money he gained.<\/p>\n

This was the final straw for Francis\u2019s father. Before the bishop and the town, Pietro Bernadone demanded that his son return the stolen money and renounce his rights as heir. Francis surprised everyone by going so far as to strip himself naked in the town square and declaring that he would live by God\u2019s grace alone from that point forward \u2014 this from the wild young man who had led gangs of carousing boys through the streets!<\/p>\n

Francis\u2019s natural charisma didn\u2019t leave him, even as he adopted a life of prayer, radical poverty, and service to the sick and the poor. Followers quickly gathered about him. Many were his former friends, the sons of wealthy and noble families.<\/p>\n

Soon, the numbers of his followers had grown to such an extent that things grew political within the Church. His mystical nature, his popularity with the poor, and his insistence on Christ\u2019s poverty was not well liked by many within the Church, for it seemed to ally him with other mendicant esoteric groups that had been declared heretical because they criticized the Church\u2019s wealth and abandonment of the poor.<\/p>\n

In order to keep his followers from suffering a similar fate of suppression, he had to make it clear that he was well within the Church orthodoxy. He had to navigate a careful path of maintaining his essential message while avoiding overt criticism of Church excesses. He also had to seek formal recognition of his order by the Pope, which he finally got.<\/p>\n

Contrary to many modern social movements, Francis didn\u2019t attempt to abolish poverty, he embraced it, seeking to ennoble it, show it as a pathway to the spiritual life.<\/p>\n

As Francis\u2019s brotherhood continued to grow, increasing pressure was applied by the Church to control it further, and a new, more formalized rule had to be developed. In order to maintain his spiritual simplicity and surrender to God, Francis finally had to give up control of his order and leave its governance to others who were more willing to play the political games that must follow.<\/p>\n

Francis\u2019s health was never good, and it worsened as he returned to a simple life of prayer and retreat. He began to go blind, as well. During this time he received the stigmata while praying among some caves in the countryside.<\/p>\n

It was also during this time that Francis composed his masterpiece, the Canticle of the Sun, praising the beauty and holiness of nature as a reflection of the Divine. At the time, Latin was the language of both the Church and of learning. Yet, as part of Francis\u2019s humility and affinity with the common people, he composed his masterpiece, The Canticle of Brother Sun, in simple Italian, considered one of the first great poems in the language.<\/p>\n

Francis died in 1226 at the age of 45 and was immediately acclaimed to be a saint by the general population.<\/p>\n

Note: The popular \u201cPrayer of St. Francis\u201d is not included here because, although beautiful, it was not actually written by St. Francis. This is not debated even by Franciscan scholars. The \u201cPrayer\u201d first appeared several centuries after the death of Francis and was initially attributed to other individuals until it was finally attributed to Francis. The \u201cPrayer\u201d should still be cherished for the love and utter surrender to the Divine it inspires, but not as a work of St. Francis.<\/p>\n

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The Canticle of Brother Sun by Francis of Assisi English version by Ivan M. Granger My Lord most high, all-powerful, all-good, Celebration, light, and all sweet blessings are yours, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 yours alone. No man speaks \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 who can speak your Name. Praise to you, my Lord, and to all beings of your creation! Praise especially […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[102,3],"tags":[1474,53,79,725,96,1303,419,817,1475,762],"class_list":["post-6808","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ivans-story","category-poetry","tag-brother-sun","tag-catholic-poetry","tag-christian-poetry","tag-earth","tag-francis-of-assisi","tag-life-and-death","tag-moon","tag-nature","tag-sister-moon","tag-sun"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6808","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6808"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6808\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6810,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6808\/revisions\/6810"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6808"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6808"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6808"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}