Let Us Pray For The Pope
The Pope lies weak, the night is long,
A hush of sorrow, soft and strong.
Candles flicker, hopes take flight,
We whisper prayers into the night.
A shepherd’s heart, both frail and pure,
His faith endures, his soul secure.
Let heaven hear each silent plea,
A miracle — oh, let it be.
Though shadows fall, our spirits stay,
United hearts begin to pray.
The dawn may rise, or softly call,
But love will stand through it all.
And if the skies should break and shine,
Hope will bloom, a sacred sign.
His voice once strong, now soft as air,
Yet still it guides us through despair.
In every heart, his light remains, 🙏❤️
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Amen, the Pope will know when his time is up for I believe that he will have a smile and a glow about him when his time comes. Good job.
Let heaven hear each silent plea,.... AMEN