The call of the Poverello …

… Songs of simplicity: a poetic portrait of St Francis. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

His voice also began to haunt me, especially in Umbria’s woods, where the spirit poured through him in French troubadour songs, and where he prayed in incessant mantras, like the song of a bird. Birds, and music, are everywhere in his story. Even his exclamations, so often repeated (“What’s all this? What’s all this?”) sound like bird-calls.