This poem is forwarded from group member Helena Tarnowska.
Definitely it is off-topic for Kresy-Siberia discussions, but I am
passing it on as it is probably of deep interest to many in the group.
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Subject: Emailing: Papa
From: Helena Tarnowska
Dear Stefan ,
This is for our pope, John Paul II.
Share this with all the members, please.
My Kind Regards,
Papa , o Mio Caro - Beloved Father
The sound of trumpets,
A clear voice of tenor starts singing
Sweet, loud “ La Liberta”....
It has a special meaning, it's riveting my heart.
The words have stopped me and I shuddered ,
I had them all that time in my soul embedded.
They have been resonating all along,
I have been struck with a tremendous force.
Papa lives in the song ...
He can talk to His people as He always did.
Inconceivable, and yet His words are flowing ...
What a great depth to them, so profoundly moving.
Papa, I remember when they elected Him
To be seated on the Highest Throne.
Tears ran steadily on my face
As on the faces of millions of Poles.
We held our breath deeply touched.
You were making a history in front of our eyes.
For the country in chains, bound,
Where freedom was not allowed.
Throughout the years of oppression we carried on
When foe powers scratched Poland off the map,
Through persecution, rejection and extermination we endured,
The times when Polish language and spirit only in prayers could survive.
The Divine face of Freedom and Love
Denied to people for over a century.
You had a vision and inspired us,
With You it awakened, it was coming.
You came as herald to us from Poland,
The uplifting words that we adore ever since:
“ Do Not Be Afraid”
Transfixed our hearts, gave us strength, open a new age.
The seeds of wisdom had been sown ...
The impossible became possible. You gave hope to the nation.
You'd crushed the fortresses of evil and oppression
And we have reaped what you had had sowed.
Your radiant, angelic face and thoughtful eyes...
You had reached out to poor of all human race,
You gave the dignity back to working man,
Children had in your heart always a special place.
Freedom - You knew it all along -
You took us by surprise
When you breathed in those words into our souls.
Son of the Polish nation, Pilgrim,
You had abolished evil powers.
Your graceful hand and the white robe
Was a sign from the Almighty God.
You followed teachings of Cardinal Sapieha,
Cardinal Wyszynski was Your dear mentor.
In times of WWII, You, as all the people suffered,
Never giving up Hope and Faith but building character.
You spoke Your mind,
Deeply from Your thought and faith,
You stood bravely, to thousands were undefeated,
The people shuddered under Your prayer, courage and divinity.
"Goralu, czy Ci nie zal,
Goralu, wracaj do hal "
They chanted long into the night,
To show You an outpouring of faith, affection and love.
You were raised in our darkest hour,
When times were getting tough, when there was only sorrow,
The country suppressed, in turmoil,
When there was anything but hope and tomorrow.
We grieve, we feel a profound sorrow.
You've performed Your duties as Vicar of Christ.
It's hard to say good-bye...
Your wisdom and love we will always follow, always follow...