| The following poem was written by Pope John Paul when he was 19, many years before be became the Pope. I read about his many writtings after he had passed over. This poem seems to fit for many of us who have lost our Mothers, especially on Mother's Day. I am not Catholic but Pope John Paul seemed to be a really good man who stuck by what he believed. This poem shows how deeply he could feel about many things, the man did care. |
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Over this, your white grave the flowers of life in white-- so many years without you-- how many have passed out of sight? |
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Over this your white grave covered for years, there is a stir in the air, something uplifting like death, beyond comprehension. |
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Over this your white grave oh, Mother, can such loving cease? for all his filial adoration a prayer: Give her eternal peace-- |
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Author Krakow, Spring 1939 |
