THE POPE'S CALL
Perhaps it was the due timeFor the cock to crow
Upon the roofs of men
And upon the cathedral indeed.
A worthless useful tear to be shed
For the great, humble and gentle
Who's footsteps has been passed on
As a legacy and a symbol of success in life
If only the masked face can tell.
Province of the world on their feet
So hopeful with last wishes
For a place of rest
And in the hands of the infallible.
But the certainty which remains certain
Lies upon the flesh of every man
That the call of the Pope
Shall it receive someday.
Dedicated to: Pope John Paul
Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2006-11-11 at 16:40
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