Sister Cicada
"One day when St. Francis came out of his cell, he saw a cicada on a branch of the fig tree that grew beside the door. The cicada was so close he could have reached out and touched it, but instead he stretched out his hand and said, 'Come to me, little Sister Cicada.' And immediately it jumped down upon his finger. St. Francis then began stroking the cicada with a finger of his other hand and inviting it to 'Sing, little Sister Cicada.' And as soon as the cicada heard his words, it began to sing, consoling Francis and moving him to praise God. He held the cicada in his hand for a good hour and then put it back on the branch of the fig tree where he had found it." --Writings of Leo, Rufino, and Angelo, 75
When even insects respond to you it must be a clear indication that you emanate peace and safety. Francis's whole being was given over to the Holy Spirit.
"One day when St. Francis came out of his cell, he saw a cicada on a branch of the fig tree that grew beside the door. The cicada was so close he could have reached out and touched it, but instead he stretched out his hand and said, 'Come to me, little Sister Cicada.' And immediately it jumped down upon his finger. St. Francis then began stroking the cicada with a finger of his other hand and inviting it to 'Sing, little Sister Cicada.' And as soon as the cicada heard his words, it began to sing, consoling Francis and moving him to praise God. He held the cicada in his hand for a good hour and then put it back on the branch of the fig tree where he had found it." --Writings of Leo, Rufino, and Angelo, 75
When even insects respond to you it must be a clear indication that you emanate peace and safety. Francis's whole being was given over to the Holy Spirit.
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