Long have I painted him in my memory
This great man who speaks volumes about faith.
Bishop John Scalabrini whose name rings now a bell,
Becoming God’s grace to be revered and called blessed.
Mirrored in the reality of migration experience
His on-going dialogue to a marginal existence
That seeks salvation, liberation and integration
In expressing the gift of being with the poor.
In vivid and concrete ways, show many faces
The human sufferings linked with structures and cruelty
Disputed aspects worked out with care and thoroughness,
To identify them and be swept along our compassion.
Such a hard and complex life indeed,
That made Scalabrini unite his missionaries
To cross borders and be prepared to cope
With proper attitude, conversion, and hope.
Seeing how we today honour him
In the midst of indifference and scepticism
But we claim him with great pride and commitment
To spread his splendid meaning to the church.
Like other people who sowed the seeds of foundation
He transcended and lived in his vocabulary of service.
Beyond reason, gave himself totally to serve
This raison d’etre of concern to migrant people.
As a way to see more and more
A close relationship with God demands
Maybe creative and largely consistent
To allow perfection sketched in human interactions.
While we define Scalabrini ever in the world
His singularity goes beyond private exaltation
His glory however is a church proclamation]
That stresses totality typified in redemption.