Retired,
76 with a gammy hip,
a bird with a broken wing,
isolated, without a flock.

With Francis in Rome my spirit flies,
Hercules cleansing the stables
sweeping out encrusted rigorism,
proclaiming Jesus the Revolutionary
not confined to tabernacles
or private spiritual cul-de-sacs
where we try to contain him
pursuing certainty and safety,
the disease of comfort zones.