A POEM FOR POPE FRANCIS

He chose the name of Francis to share,
A saint who breathed in humble air.
He lived with less, ignored the show,
And let Christ’s humble footsteps glow.

He turned from robes and stately halls,
To walk where mercy softly calls.
He slept where simpler souls reside,
And took the Fiat for his ride.

The Church, he said, should mend and heal—
A field hospital, warm and real.
Not towers grand or guarded gates,
But arms flung wide to welcome fates.

“Who am I to judge?” Pope Francis cried,
With open heart and arms spread wide.
He saw each soul beyond its name,
Each a child of God he loved the same.

He warned of Earth’s slow, burning plea,
And called for a moral urgency.
He stood against a world grown cold,
Where greed was crowned and hearts were sold.

There’s no gilded crown upon his head,
But truth and kindness in its stead.
A rebel full of joy and grace—
God’s shepherd for the human race.

By Medard Laz

Do spend some time today reflecting on how Pope Francis LIVED the Gospel Message in his personal life even more than he talked about it. Do pray for Pope Francis and the poor who he loved so dearly.

YOU NEED TO RELEASE THE LOAD GOD NEVER MEANT FOR YOU TO CARRY, AND FOCUS ON WHAT GOD HAS CALLED YOU TO DO!

Please pass on my poem to many others as we celebrate the life of Pope Francis.

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