Book review: Saint Francis by Nikos Kazantzakis
A few months ago my beloved grandfather, father, friend and brother gave me a book which made a profound impact on his life. My grandfather, now 84 years old, is as so many old people reaching the final stage of his life. He is busy with “cleaning” up as he calls it and that means I’m lucky enough to receive books from him. Apart from the material itself it is fantastic to be able to hold a book bought my grandfather so many years ago knowing he hold it in has hands and it moved him just as it has moved me and still being able to talk with him about it. I’m very grateful for that.
Yesterday evening I finished the last 70 pages in one go. During my read tears flowed from my eyes on multiple occasions. Not tears of sadness but tears of joy. It was truly an experience of “unio mystica”. It touched a deep part of my soul, so deep you start to believe it is a part of your soul’s previous life. Next year I will visit Assisi and walk to Rome I must make this pilgrimage. That was my conclusion after reading this book and that is what I’ll do. I’m not a christian but I want to experience the land Saint Francis roamed. Because I’m human and his words and deeds touch my soul profoundly.