Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Birds mistook St. Francis for a tree. May I be so free of nervous haste, ambition and regret so in the exterpation of thought that innocence and improvisation may tell the dawn each day afresh that fresh is what it is.

 Birds mistook St. Francis for a tree. May I be so free  of nervous haste, ambition and regret so in the extirpation of thought innocence and improvisation may tell the dawn each day afresh that fresh is what it is. The nickname of God is NOW.  

Birds mistook St. Francis for a tree. May I be so free of nervous haste, ambition and regreat so in the extirpation of though innocence and improvisation may tell the dawn each day afresh that fresh is what is is. The nickname of God is Now.