Anchor Me
Anchored deep With brown robed sisters and brothers Breathing devotion and sand-papered lives Knowing I am home And yet not realising Walking the streets in holy places Prayers said at Greyfriars, Carceri, Portiuncula Praying with Francis on Via Francesca Where the leper showed him the Christ Anchored deep In seminars and reading As I am opened to Clare’s polished soul And Bonaventure leading us into the heart Comes a dawning sense that I am part of this Small world loving movement Anchor drawing me down Before the crucified one Within the circle of brothers I open my eyes to find I am marked I do not to choose this I simply choose how to live it Anchored in the Tau