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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pope John Paul II (A Biography Poem Sequence-1)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Pope’s Childhood Days: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His home was near to Peter’s square; <br>The Church had cast its spiritual air<br>That made Karol, a pope at last, <br>And rather young and very fast! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His pious parents reared him well; <br>Prayers were done as if by bell; <br>As altar-boy in his parish, <br>His childhood days, he did cherish.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The passion plays of Calvary, <br>Brought him to Christ, Mother Mary; <br>His chief weapon, the rosary<br>Helped war against Satan wary.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His childhood days were prayerful; <br>The chapel was so wonderful; <br>Karol was on his knees for long, <br>Meditating on things gone wrong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alone, he prayed with outstretched hands, <br>With face down on the stone-floor sands; <br>Engrossed in prayer, he had spent<br>Long hours with God, with body bent! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Nazi-boot noise hurt him much; <br>He slept upon the floor, not couch; <br>With body spread like perfect cross, <br>Praying in silence, without pause.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The screaming sirens rent the air; <br>The noise of explosions was there; <br>Karol unperturbed walked his way<br>Across the bridge to Church, to pray! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He had submitted to God’s will; <br>A sense of calm just kept him still; <br>While hell was breaking loose around, <br>Young Karol stood fearless and sound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He held some persons in esteem; <br>The modern science was not a dream; <br>Yet, Karol was aflame with God, <br>And speaking rather, looking odd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-01-2009</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a></strong></div>

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