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The following are two poems about our Holy Father Pope Benedict.

Benedict XVI

Gentle and Humble.
Quiet and Reserved.
Not Aloof.
Not Detached.
Aware.

Of the children�s needs.
Fears.
Worries.

Aware.
Of the dangers around.

Teaching.
Patient.
Warm.
Firm.

Children do not understand.
The reproves of their parents.
Their grattitude is postponed.

Fathers still love.
Even when unloved.

A heart broken.
For the suffering.
For his children.
For the world.
A Father�s heart for sure!

God Bless our Pope!
Bless him and Keep him.
Amen.
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Benedikt at WYD.

A strange man in a white dress.

A new Father.
Will the orphans Adapt?
Can they forget?
The one they Loved?
The one they Love?
And will Love forever?

Gentle. Patient. Awkward. Honest.

Boisterous Affection.
Children�s love is messy.

�Benedicte! Amamus Te!�

A strange and goofy sound.
Too early to say �I love you�
We ought to have waited.

Yet we shout. We call.

�Benedetto! Benedetto!�

We push to have a place.
On Daddy�s knee.
By his feet.

He points to the Heavens.
We look at the stars.
Here our other Father has gone.
Shall we go there too?
He will show the way.

That one Star.
Shines brighter than the others.

Can we kneel before a baby?
Shall we worship �bread�?

We follow his example.
He kneels before the King.

He Teaches Us.
He Feeds Us.

More than enough for all.
Wisdom.
Bread.
The Flesh of God.
Baskets left over.

Yes.
Yes. We Love Him too!
What else can children do?

�Benedicte! Amamus Te!�
O Benedict! We Love You!!
Copyright 2000, by Jason Kuntz. 
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