Monday, April 02, 2007

Two Years

Our dearly departed & much beloved Papa, John Paul II, has been in the house of the Father for two years now. The cause of his beatification continues; the Vatican may well have its miracle.

Allow me to post a poem I composed shortly after his passing:

On Hope

In triumph, the sacred keys fall to the marble floor,
The clatter echoing through the vaulted halls of antiquity.
The gatekeeper sleeps, but the gate is secure
As a rock which laughs at the futile rage of the foaming sea.

The light atop the rock shines in the darkness
And the darkness cannot overcome it.
Be not afraid! Its coded message blinks
In hopeful concern for a world in ruins,
In love for man gone mad with his excesses.

The red birds fly, in sorrow and in joy,
To the Eternal City where one of them will be exalted
To become the servant of all.

A new hand, withered with age, picks up the fallen keys
And the succession continues,
Full truth ever intact, ever tactful in truth.
Crowned with white
And washing my feet.

Lord God, bless your servant Pope John Paul II, and give a measure of his wisdom and spirit to Pope Benedict XVI. Be with your Church, and guide us through this troubled era.

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