She followed him because she loved the treasure. She heard him speak of what he had found, and a passage in her own heart opened up. They had found the same treasure in different caves, and they would share it with whomever they met in that sacred place below the surface of life. She was Clare and he was Francis, and together they would show the world its hidden heart. ——r. Murray Bodo, OFM, Clare, A Light in the GardenClare…was the first flower in Francis' garden, and she shone like a radiant star, fragrant as a flower blossoming white and pure in springtime.