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Monday, April 4. 2005

Milosz

In honor of His Holiness John Paul II, a poem by another Polish Catholic who left an indelible mark during his time on earth as well. The Pope who many may have forgotten forgave and prayed with the man who attempted to assassinate him, truly living the words "Forgive them Father for they know not what they do."  Milosz was born in 1911 and John Paul II in 1920 and as contemporaries whose works and lives were influenced by WW2, the genocide inflicted by Nazi Germany and the destruction of Poland and yet they maintained an undying faith in the Lord and in Humanity. Men who touched people through writings, meditations and actions and lived lives worth emulating.

When everything was fine
And the notion of sin had vanished
And the earth was ready
In universal peace
To consume and rejoice
Without creeds and utopias,

I, for unknown reasons,
Surrounded by the books
Of prophets and theologians,
Of philosophers, poets,
Searched for an answer,
Scowling, grimacing,
Waking up at night, muttering at dawn.

from A Poem for the End of the Century. Read entire: Click here: Czeslaw Milosz - A Poem for the End of the Century

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