But it's too late
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"I have looked for you and you have come to me, and I thank you." ~Pope John Paul II's statement to the youth during his illness
It's all I can say,
The only words that form
on my tongue.
My eyes are glued to the television,
revitted by the voices singing,
the rosary and the chanting,
and the children sitting horrified
as the news of death is told.
My heart burns.
Not even of the same faith,
and having known you for just days,
I still drop to my knees,
cover my face
I wish I had watched you,
learned from you sooner,
and felt the way your words
seemed to come from God
before this day.
But it's too late.
I close the door to the TV room,
leaving me alone
with just the news,
and for the first time in a long time,
I drop to my knees,
clasp my hands,
and I pray.
My horrible little poem dedicated to Pope John Paul II. I wrote this the day that I learned he died, and despite being raised Jewish and now officially Buddhist, I looked up to him and had a very strong admiration of him.
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Frederick Van Kirk
Again you have written a poignant and heartfelt poem about a difficult subject. You will forgive me for not having giving you points, previously, as I am new to this site I simply overlook the part that says -give praise. That will not happen in the future. Fred
I have goose bumps and now tears, thank you
This is a great tribute to a great man. I do believe, however, that John Paul would rather have us lift our hearts to God, our Heavenly Father, and accept the sacrifice of His Son, Jesus who is the Christ, than put too much focus on his own life and death. It is only through the sacrifice and resurrection of Christ that we obtain eternal life. I believe Pope John Paul II would say "Amen" to what I say.
I do not say these things to take away from the poem you have written, as I think it is wonderful, heartfelt, well-written and is very respectful of a great man.
Anthony Lane Stahlhut
Now he sits at the right hand of God. His days on earth may be gone, but he has left a mark that is unerasable. My heart rejoices for him and crys for us! This is a fine poem, Anthony