Over this, your white grave
the flowers of life in white--
so many years without you--
how many have passed out of sight?
Over this your white grave
covered for years, there is a stir
in the air, something uplifting
and, like death, beyond comprehension.
Over this your white grave
oh, mother, can such loving cease?
for all his filial adoration
a prayer:
Give her eternal peace--
Karol Wojtyla [Krakow, spring 1939]
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Over This, Your White Grave
Posted by Mary at 3/31/2005 10:07:00 PM
Labels: Religion
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