
O woman of light, ablaze with the Sun
Of Christ your Beloved, with whom you are one.
The fire of his love burns like gold in your prayer,
The joy of the cross shines like flame in the air.
Unburdened by wealth, untrammeled and free,
The light-footed daughter of high poverty,
You run like the lightning across summer skies;
With Christ in your heart, you shine, holy and wise.
With prodigal hand, you scatter on earth
The fruits of your penance, the coins of your mirth,
Enriching all hearts with the treasure you chose
To store up in heaven for God to dispose.
O holy Saint Clare, we beg you today
To hold your torch high and shed light on our way
Through gate old and narrow and up the steep road
That led you to dwell in God's promised abode.
Of Christ your Beloved, with whom you are one.
The fire of his love burns like gold in your prayer,
The joy of the cross shines like flame in the air.
Unburdened by wealth, untrammeled and free,
The light-footed daughter of high poverty,
You run like the lightning across summer skies;
With Christ in your heart, you shine, holy and wise.
With prodigal hand, you scatter on earth
The fruits of your penance, the coins of your mirth,
Enriching all hearts with the treasure you chose
To store up in heaven for God to dispose.
O holy Saint Clare, we beg you today
To hold your torch high and shed light on our way
Through gate old and narrow and up the steep road
That led you to dwell in God's promised abode.
Thanks, Megan and Shirley for thinking of Clare Bear!