Saint Francis, an alchemist only in a symbolic sense: his life speaks of transformation
I'm writing from Rimini, in Romagna. Here, as comedian Giacobazzi would say, every Romagnolo has a few basic things to talk about: engines (as we call motorcycles), women, fun, company, the zest for life, and adventure.
In Saint Francis's time, there were horses instead of engines, but the themes were the same. Even the young Francis loved celebrations, fun, fine clothes, song, friends, the dream of chivalry, and the glory of deeds. He was the son of a wealthy merchant from Assisi, raised in an environment where money, prestige, and ambition held real weight. Sainthood would come later, along the way: at the beginning, there is a restless, lively young man, drawn to the world and the desire to leave his mark.
And perhaps it is precisely this that brings him so close to us. The greatness of Saint Francis lies in his having been transformed, starting from a human substance similar to our own. His holiness permeates his humanity, purifies it, illuminates it.
For this reason, it can be evocative to read his story through an alchemical metaphor. To avoid any misunderstanding, it must be stated first that Francis, historically speaking, remains far removed from the figure of the alchemist. His experience remains fully within the Christian tradition.
Francis belongs to the Gospel, to the Church, to the radical following of Christ.
But alchemy, in its deepest symbolic meaning, offers a powerful image: the transformation of lead into gold. This transformation, even before affecting matter, affects man.




