Say what you will about the current Pope, but he has just done something that no other human being has done for 600 years - he has resigned as Pope. The Papacy is an extraordinary seat of power to relinquish - he is the spiritual leader of a billion souls, invested with extraordinary duties and responsibilities. The Petrine role is unique, and those who see the Church as power-mad and corrupt will be - or should be - taken aback by the Christlike abnegation of power. By making way for a younger man (and, alas, it will be a man this time), he is doing the Church a great favour. The Pope - my Pope - is not someone it is easy to agree with on a number of subjects - but on the need for less war, less capitalism, and more environmental sterwardship, he has spoken out wisely. I wish him well; it would be unChristian to do otherwise.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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