by Kjersti Wasiak

Created on: November 12, 2006   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Poland's Son

I never met him,
I never heard him,
But I felt I knew him.

Driving through Wadowice,
Where he grew up.
I felt I knew him.

Walking through St. Leonard's Crypt,
Where he said his first mass.
I felt I knew him.

Kneeling near the Black Madonna,
Staring at the golden rose,
I felt I knew him.

Hearing stories of the war,
Seeing the cross at Auschwitz,
I felt I knew him.

Touching the Wawel bell
That later celebrated his life.
I felt I knew him.

Knowing he's traveled the world,
Seeing a few of the places he's been,
I felt I knew him.

I never met him,
I never heard him,
But I felt I knew him.

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