Padre Pio

St. Padre Pio Through emmense silence amidst the swell of violence Take Good care of those he loves; In certain strange ways in curiosity With human love one can learn to equate Yet for Padre Pio's case; He had found a love out of a devine source; In closed minded attributes some err' to escape/ A game in life can't ever be repeated; A glaciar peak or some coliseum ever heavy seated When words are not enough expressed St. Padre Pio knew what mattered best In solace he rested like most; Like a lost seagull flying ever higher off the coast Chosen vestibules in columns of gold then rolled St. Padre Pio believed the love of God is inseparable from suffering The suffering of all things for the sake of God was the way to the soul His entire appearance looked altered Through the agony his exposed body felt incapable of living Suddenly an urge of silence then a stated state of forgiveness Padre Pio knew the way to live by which to forgive/ With delicate lines being drawn in the sand Hopefully someday all will understand? A page has been turned another bridge not to be burned, To dream amidst the common swell Barbed wire fences & ancient glow Shaded scrolls & parchment beds In delicate images throughout his head To treasure a red rose that had been plucked a time ago In certain corridors aware of his presence an offering Within light of daybreak a swallow would often fly overhead Shadows bent while shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call A pull at the heart will light a spark in time To greet the great Padre Pio