Letter of Saint Francis to Saint Clare before his death
To the soul that can read mine
and understands its joys and sorrows,
I want to confide these words:
At the dawn of my departure
at the twilight of the path
that I have chosen,
I can finally affirm, completely at peace,
that our wound
in this world,
lies neither in wealth
nor in poverty,
but in our dependence on one of these two layers,
in our imagining that
one or the other can offer us joy and freedom.
It also lies in being convinced that the Most High Lord
needs the suffering of us creatures to open the door of his light to us.
Our wound, finally, is the conviction that He
needs to sacrifice Himself
in the form of His Son
or in human form in order to save us.
Who on earth but ourselves
through purity of heart, can save us?
Truly the Good Lord
has shown me that
there was no ransom,
no sacrifice to be perpetuated.
He taught me, in silence
that it would be enough to come out of ignorance, out of oblivion, and to love.
To love life in every form,
and in all the means that make it beautiful, to love its Oneness
in everything and in every being.
May all this be said,
one day, as much to women as to men;
may it be said and taught better than I have been able to do, without rejecting anything of Water or Fire.
My wish is that there be no more Churches, no more priests, no more monks, none of this:
that there be only the Most High and us, for it is up to each one to meet Him in himself….
Now that the veil is torn,
I want to leave naked as I came into the world.
And I speak not of the birth of my body, but of the true birth of my soul, of the day when it found the courage to
descend deeper into the flesh
to offer myself to the Eternal,
both above and below.”
– Saint Francis