I read of a saint who, worn from long years
Of performing wonders, retired to the wilderness
Where he found a cave. A bear lived there too
But saints fear nothing. Missing him
The saint’s friends combed the wilderness,
Finding him at last. Their journey was hard;
They arrived footsore, wounded and in rags.
The saint snarled at them from deep in his cave
Fortunately the bear greeted them warmly
And, at his word, their wounds were healed.