Padre Pio
St. Padre Pio
Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence
Take Good care of those he loves;
In certain strange ways in curiosity
With human love one can learn to equate
Yet for Padre Pio's case;
He had found a love out of a devine source;
In closed minded attributes some err' to escape/
A game in life can't ever be repeated;
A glaciar peak or some coliseum ever heavy seated
When words are not enough expressed
St. Padre Pio knew what mattered best
In solace he rested like most;
Like a lost seagull flying ever higher off the coast
Chosen vestibules in columns of gold then rolled
St. Padre Pio believed the love of God is inseparable from suffering
The suffering of all things for the sake of God was the way to the soul
His entire appearance looked altered
Through the agony his exposed body felt incapable of living
Suddenly an urge of silence then a stated state of forgiveness
Padre Pio knew the way to live by which to forgive/
With delicate lines being drawn in the sand
Hopefully someday all will understand?
A page has been turned another bridge not to be burned,
To dream amidst the common swell
Barbed wire fences & ancient glow
Shaded scrolls & parchment beds
In delicate images throughout his head
To treasure a red rose that had been plucked a time ago
In certain corridors aware of his presence an offering
Within light of daybreak a swallow would often fly overhead
Shadows bent while shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
A pull at the heart will light a spark in time
To greet the great Padre Pio
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