I am no saint but like St. Francis
I call as kin each living thing
wherein the flame of life still dances.
Within my family, too, I bring
each blade of grass, each stone, as brother.
Seas, mountains, forests, hills, and streams,
all children of this earth, our mother,
they share with us our lives and dreams.
Beyond the earth, we have the sun,
the moon, the stars, as kindred, too;
there is no need to feel alone —
your family’s always there with you.
Pete Crowther
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saint-francis-and-the-sun-the-moon-and-the-stars/
