Our Pontiff signs his final cross,
and his spirit comes to rest.
All we see is all our loss
for Christ is a quiet guest.
Il Papa, may you find release,
from this, your hardest test,
and find in Heaven sweetest peace
and Christ, our quiet guest.
Dearest Pope, our earthly guide,
may you be doubly blessed
for suffering before you died
like Christ, our quiet guest.
Fini.
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Now, you see, I know you'd like the idea.
The Holy See is empty now
no human thoughts expressed;
but always at the Church's bow
stands Christ, our quiet guest.
May I please use this on the Summa Mamas site? I will link back to you of course.
Of course, MamaT, anything from Lofted Nest.
Sparrow, Wren, all St. Blogs across the globe. I have a thankfulness to express: that we are tethered by our faith and together -- spiritually if not physically -- in times of trial and grief.
I am thankful for you all.
That was beautiful. Thank you.
lovely. thank you.
You're welcome, Philothea Rose & M2. I'm glad you liked it.
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