Ce convers recueilli sous la soutane bise
\nCachait l\u2019amour na\u00eff d\u2019un saint Fran\u00e7ois d\u2019Assise.<\/p>\n
Tendre, d\u00e9votieux, doux, fraternel, fervent,
\nIl \u00e9tait jardinier des fleurs dans le couvent.<\/p>\n
Il les aimait, le simple, avec toute son \u00e2me,
\nEt ses doigts se chauffaient \u00e0 leurs feuilles de flamme.<\/p>\n
Elles lui parfumaient la vie et le sommeil,
\nEt pour elles, c\u2019\u00e9tait qu\u2019il aimait le soleil<\/p>\n
Et le firmament pur et les nuits diaphanes,
\nO\u00f9 les \u00e9toiles d\u2019or suspendent leurs lianes.<\/p>\n
Tout enfant, il pleurait aux l\u00e9gendes d\u2019antan
\nO\u00f9 sont tu\u00e9s des lys sous les pieds de Satan,<\/p>\n
O\u00f9 dans un infini vague, fait d\u2019apparences,
\nPassent des s\u00e9raphins parmi des transparences.<\/p>\n
O\u00f9 les vierges s\u2019en vont par de roses chemins,
\nAvec des grands missels et des palmes aux mains,<\/p>\n
Vers la mort accueillante et bonne et maternelle
\n\u00c0 ceux qui mettent l\u2019or de leur espoir en elle.<\/p>\n
\u2605<\/p>\n
Aux temps de Mai, dans les matins aur\u00e9ol\u00e9s
\nEt l\u2019enfance des jours vaporeux et perl\u00e9s,<\/p>\n
Qui font songer aux jours myst\u00e9rieux des limbes
\nEt passent couronn\u00e9s de la clart\u00e9 des nimbes,<\/p>\n
Il \u00e9talait sa joie intime et son bonheur,
\n\u00c0 parer de ses mains l\u2019autel, pour faire honneur<\/p>\n
\u00c0 la tr\u00e8s douce et pure et beno\u00eete Marie,
\nPatronne de son c\u0153ur et de sa closerie.<\/p>\n
Il ne songeait \u00e0 rien, sinon \u00e0 l\u2019adorer,
\n\u00c0 lui tendre son \u00e2me enti\u00e8re \u00e0 respirer,<\/p>\n
Rose blanche, si fr\u00eale et si claire et si probe,
\nQu\u2019elle semblait n\u2019avoir connu du jour que l\u2019aube,<\/p>\n
Et qu\u2019au soir de la mort, o\u00f9, sans aucun regret,
\nJusqu\u2019aux jardins du ciel, elle s\u2019envolerait<\/p>\n
Doucement de sa vie obscure et solitaire,
\nN\u2019ayant rien laiss\u00e9 d\u2019elle aux buissons de la terre,<\/p>\n
Le parfum, exhal\u00e9 dans un soupir dernier,
\nSerait depuis longtemps connu du ciel entier.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[200],"poems-book":[680],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14832","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-200","poems-book-les-moines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n