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–
[Krakow, spring 1939]
This poem was written by Karol Wojtyla, the future Pope John Paul II, when he was in his early twenties. Translation provided by the USCCB.
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