You had a bewitching beauty,
And an intoxicating charm,
Their seductive magical spell
Gave you great power,
Power over the hearts of men,
Who fell head over heels in
Lust with you.
You loved it,
You loved the attention,
You loved the sense of control,
But, one day, as you walked
In the woods, your life was
Changed forever through
God’s mystical divine mercy.
You stumbled across the corpse
Of your dear beloved Arsenio,
And what fears then whirled
Through your agitated mind!
You reflected on the horrors of hell,
The suffering of unspeakable torments,
The wailing, lamentation, and despair!
Pricked by the pitchforks of
Painful recollection and also
Fear of the Living Death,
You fell to your knees and,
Like the penitent Magdalene,
You allowed the good God
To make you a new creation.
You became a Franciscan tertiary,
Serving the needs of the poor
In holy purity and simplicity,
Loving your holy Lord oh so
Deeply and passionately,
Wanting others to know the
Sweetness of intimacy with Him.