When the Pope is Gone


When the Pope is gone,
will you move on?

Or will you let his words
sprout and grow
like gentle seeds
in your heart?

Will you begin to part
with what you choose
to let possess you?

Will you do
the hard work of
putting others

Will you thirst
to let your hands
fall like healing leaves
upon tear-stained

Will you enter the places
of the shadow of death
and fear?

When the crowds
will you hear
the cry of one
who still calls
from the wilderness
“Prepare ye the way . . .?

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