Francis little one the whole wide world is a little weary of big things. Teach us to take the bus to fry an egg to play the charming child before a crowd. We want to wear white without irony. We want to pray at night for a little brother. Our Father is good enough for now we're too tired for explanations. Francis it might be fall at home but it's spring in Rome and these little flowers shyly smiling-- bluebells, daffodils-- tell us lovely stories we all want to believe.