The Treatise on the Miracles of Saint Francis - 408 

13Such great amazement seized the hearts of all that they all seemed out of their minds. They thought they were seeing a fantastic vision. But the one who was healed said, "Do not be afraid! Do not believe that what you see is false, because Saint Francis, to whom I was always devoted, has just left this place and has cured me completely of every wound. He placed those most holy stigmata of his over each of my wounds, and he rubbed all of my wounds with their gentleness. By their touch, as you see, he wondrously knit together everything that was broken. When you heard the rattle of my rumbling chest, the other wounds were already healed with great gentleness. Then the most holy father seemed to be leaving, with the sword left in my throat. Since I could not speak, I signaled to him with my weak hand to extract the sword, the one threat of imminent death. Immediately he took hold of it, as you all saw, and threw it with a powerful hand. And thus, as before, with the sacred stigmata he stroked and rubbed my throat. He so perfectly healed it that the flesh that was cut and what was still intact both appear the same."

Who would not marvel at these things? Who would pretend anything different from what is preached about the stigmata as something wholly divine?

Chapter III

14At the time of an eye disease, he is forced to let himself be treated. A surgeon is called to the place, and when he comes he is carrying an iron instrument for cauterizing. He ordered it to be placed in the fire until it became red hot. But the blessed Father, to comfort the body, which was struck with panic, spoke to the fire: "My brother Fire, your beauty is the envy of all creatures, the Most High created you strong, beautiful and useful. Be gracious to me in this hour; be courteous! For a long time I have loved you in the Lord. I pray the Great Lord who created you to temper now your heat that I may bear your gentle burning."

When the prayer is finished, he makes the sign of the cross over the fire and then remains in place unshaken. The surgeon takes in his hands the red-hot, glowing iron. The brothers, overcome by human feeling, run away. The saint joyfully and eagerly offers himself to the iron. The hissing iron sinks into tender flesh, and




Francis of Assisi: Early Documents, vol. 2, p. 408