In the city of Gubbio’s ancient sphere, There dwelt a saint with virtue’s glow sincere. His name, Saint Ubaldus, far and near, A beacon of peace, quelling every fear.
His life in the twelfth century unfurled, Cloaked in grace, in a tumultuous world. Born of nobles, yet to God he’s hurled, A divine tale, sacredly unfurled.
Under the tutelage of Prior Peter, His soul grew firm, his faith grew deeper. Episcopal mantle he wore, a righteous leader, Guiding his flock, the tenderest keeper.
Through turmoil and tumult, Ubaldus strode, His staff a comfort, faith his abode. His prayer like incense heavenward flowed, A seraph’s melody on mankind bestowed.
“Pax et Bonum!” he echoed in the city’s heart, In every strife, he played his part, Ubaldus the peacemaker, God’s own art, Dousing the flame of conflict, before it could start.
Miracles flowed from his benevolent hand, Healing the sick, the lame could stand. From Gubbio’s mount to Umbria’s sand, His name was whispered across the land.
A bishop, a hermit, a saint revered, In his love, the broken were healed. Gubbio’s patron, in stained glass seared, Ubaldus, by all hearts endeared.
His feast we celebrate each springtime bloom, In May’s gentle light, dispelling gloom. In Gubbio’s heart, his legacy loom, In every prayer, his love we consume.
His journey ended, his spirit soared, Into heaven’s arms, by angels adored. Ubaldus, your tale, forever stored, In the heart of the faithful, you struck a chord.
May we walk your path, serene and bright, Guide us, dear saint, with your eternal light. In our hearts, kindle your flame, ignite, To live in love, and for peace to fight.