Sunday, July 11, 2010
I wish I was at the Portiuncula.
Sometimes I pretend I'm back in Italy, in the valley below Assisi, in the Portiuncula once again - no one around me however. As if I'm there after the basilica which encloses the little portion is closed, the tourists and friars have all gone away. Or sometimes I just pretend I'm alone with St. Francis when the chapel stood by itself in the plain, and we are there together. He sees me and I see him. I, like Brother Leo watch him praying, as in the tableau above the entry - Francis praying to Our Lord and Our Lady, asking for the Great Pardon of Assisi.
Today I have a replica of the Portiuncula in my heart, and St. Francis is there with Our Lady and Christ and all the angels.