In the beginning his word was censured
how mighty be the papal pen
Later he was misquoted …
by more modern men
Who said how you voted
may well be a mortal sin
I say a prayer to find him now
forever and ever a-zen
Awkward kept balance
steps swept up in a jar
Who tilts the dusty drink
who filters the near and far
Who climbs the stairs of prayers
who stumbles onto wholly places
Who finds the lost and lonely
only to linger in their faces
Take root children
forefathers need to fly