To arise for Sunday morning blessings
Papa, the shepherd, went out to the fields
Leaving his garments behind in their fold.
A simple wooden ship will carry him
On his quiet journey through eternity.
Fourscore and eight Easter’s had ascended.
And now, this mass will be the last farewell
A last prayer painted in aquarelle.
Jorge and Francis will walk for the poor
And heaven’s gates will welcome the humble
Provide sanctuary for the weakest
The homeless, the besieged, the immigrant.
For the boy, the man, the priest and a Pope
Will speak of peace and of goodwill for all.
And now, his rosary of gentleness
Will be remembered as his blessedness.
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