The Pope Has Died
The bells are low, the windows bare,
A hush has settled in the square.
His voice, once strong, is still tonight.
A soul has slipped beyond the light.
The robes are folded, prayers are said,
A world in mourning bows its head.
No footsteps echo down the hall,
Just candle smoke against the wall.
No trumpets call, no choirs sing,
Just silence round the shepherd’s ring.
The people wait with tear-streaked eyes.
The Pope has gone, and heaven cries.
Twas only yesterday appeared ok
then this sad news rings out today.
His suffering over, now at rest.
A man the world respected and blessed.
R.I.P. Your suffering is over.
A tired body now sleeps
heavenly blessed forever more.
Just one man, The world adored.
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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 (4)
A gorgeous tribute Marie! Beautifully-written!
He has achieved the greatest reward. He is with The Father in Heaven! Good job.
This was a rely well writen poem, May his soul rest
Good writing. May him blessings.