On the serious side of gospel living, I mean community living, I had to struggle with my limitations and the limitations of my dear sisters. As Francis said “The lord led me among sisters/brothers” and I would resolve the tension and find healing in soil, shrubs and flowers. Not for me the exotic blooms just simple ordinary flowers like the hardy periwinkle ixora and snap dragon. Nature could heal and revive my passion for mission.
We are now celebrating the Care of Creation month after a year of forest fires floods landslides volcanic eruptions. What’s happened to my Mother and Sister Earth? She has become a stranger. I cannot deny my share in humanity’s indifference carelessness and ingratitude . I want to bring about reconciliation in my own small way-- Help Her to be a Home to All. I turn to Francis blind and sick when he wrote the Canticle of the Creatures:
Sitting in your tiny garden
Staring into your infinity of velvet black
Where every flower is a flame on taper
Every tree a torch………..
You walk between the buds and the leaves
Never ceasing to discover
And to wonder
And recognizing all the time
New brothers and new sisters.
(Poem by OFM Christopher Coelho)