In Memory of Pope John Paul II
The poem below was written by the pope himself in Polish after he visited his home town, Krakow, in 2002.
Allow me to wet my lips
in spring water,
to feel its freshness,
reviving freshness
If you want to find the source,
you have to go up, against the current,
tear through, seek, don't give up,
you know it must be somewhere here.
Where are you, source?!
Where are you, source?!
