Because they are without holdings, the meek actually hold everything. We see this patently in the life of St. Francis. the poet's fancy of " swinging the earth a trinket at my wrist" became spiritual reality in the little Poor Man of Assis. that all the earth was his is apparent in the way Francis dealt with the earth. He communed with it, eulogized it, singing expressions of its Creator, was literally familial with it. There was never a man more at home in creation than meek Francis of Assisi. To the pilgrim alone belongs the land, for the pilgrim is only happily passing through. He is not about to declare wars of colonization. He does not in fact need colonies. He has it all. Thus there is this reposefulness about the meek. Without aggressiveness (he suffers no grinding to possess), without arrogance (for he is a son and an heir of a Master whose infinite holdings are never in jeopardy and who asigns meekness as birthright to His progeny), he is at rest.