
In poetry, Francis called the sun as brother, moon as sister. It's so romance, so pretty. In his eyes, God the creator is the Father of all, human and all creatures of course are all in one. It's undoubtedly that he had achieved the state of "world and my parallel intergrowth, myriad things and I am one". Even as terror as death, Francis also called it as sister. Because through her, man returns to the embrace of God.
You must not say that you have not got the same experience of spirituality of St.Francis. To find a morning and take a walk in the soft sunshine, feeling its soothing warmth; close your eyes, experience the light infiltrates your innermost. Then, if you wish, why not say thanks to the sun.
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