Satisfied in your heart and fond of your mind, the wealth get the roses back in your cheeks.

St.Francis and the birds.

We weighed down in the dust
the forgiveness of abandonment
but, the birds in the leaves are
closer to God.

We weigh and measure and
believe we anyone know?
but swallows rays of safety.


See, larks leave the low ledge
and eddies, and flooded in
light and song.


Even the pigeons whose wings
flying faster against can by his
escape in life to see the earth
weaknesses, and happiness.

And the sparrows they flap as
no second, and sparkles of joy
in brushes feathers.


But the swans range and
displays its wingspan,
with feathers-like roars 
and sing of high neck.

Climb over the grief and
the problems and fill the 
day with joy the eternal morning
on his Lords house.


Send us against our forehead,
and let us walk fearless towards
our God...