THE POPE’S
SONG
(August 17,
2014)
Privately, she
gave me a song.
It talked of
victory.
She sang out
union, justice for wrong.
The people
joined in.
Some shouted
praised,
While even
non-believers were believin’.
The night
held a blue, reddish haze,
Candles, peregrines,
lost souls in a kind of maze.
Somehow a
prophecy lived on.
Truth began
to unfold.
Though the
problems seem insurmountable,
It is suburb
to participate
Peace is
more than possible!
It is not
too late!
By: Karla
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