Above Assisi

The Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi

Here, it seems close to heaven Church bells ring out with ancient voices Over the Umbrian tapestry of towns and countryside, Stitched together with the golden thread of ages An illuminated manuscript of valley Trees and roads like curling tails of ink

I took the stairs worn smooth by the sandaled feet of monks Here, the wind rips through you, To bear your soul on the wings of seraphim Leaving a Tower-of-Babel-body on the hilltop To wonder if God is living here

Francis surely saw this view Noting the green and occasional sparrow. Then came down off the mountaintop, Finding life better in the midst of things ​As opposed to always looking down