Here, in this place, a most simple man lived.
Many called him "pazzo", some call him a saint.
But he was most certainly, as he would probably want to be remembered, a simple man of God.
I walk these streets that St. Francis once walked, and I try not to speak much.
I try to see his birthplace, his home, as he might have seen it.
Francis loved beauty, and he was surrounded by it.
This place has such simplistic, wholesome beauty.
Aside from a few amenities for tourism, Assisi has remained untouched by modern times.
Simple, the way Francis would remember it.
Millions follow his example across the world, some dear friends of mine,
And yet he never traveled far from home.
Perhaps this, too, was a lesson from Francis.
Stop for a moment, and look around you.
Listen. Humble yourself and find something beautiful in everything you do.
So as I walk these streets, I'll take a few pictures for the sake of friends.
But I really want to simply see, as Francis saw, beauty in lesser things.
Its not so hard if you try.
