SAN FRANCESCO THE ORIGINS
“Francis was not a tall man. He had a regularly shaped head, a protruding, ovular face, a small, flat forehead, dark, normally shaped eyes, the right sized nose, thin and straight, small, flat ears, straight temples, a penetrating tongue, almost burning, a rounded voice, sweet, clear and ringing, straight, white, uniform teeth, small, thin lips, a dark, full beard, straight shoulders, meager hands, long fingers, protruding finger nails, thin legs, small feet, and delicate skin. He was thin. His clothing was rough, he slept little, with a generous hand”.
(Mario Bertin, Francesco, Castelvecchi Edizioni, 2013)
He was born and then passed away in Assisi, after having passed through hell and high water, returning to his point of origin. A man amongst men, a madman against the wise, a saint amongst the lost. He was like the flower of life, casting light on the lost way, from a tradesman to a pauper, a wealthy man to one with no material possessions, from war to conversion, from trial to pathway, from preaching to following the word, from convents to Egypt, from Chiara to the Nativity, from the Canticle of the Creatures to the stigmata.