Ratzinger Und Ich

We asked for nothing more than a Musik sheet the war was nearing an end you and your bruder was quite young your wounds were healing as we kneeled at Saint Sebastian Church Rome 1944 mass wasn’t the same without the harsh bellows of Victory sending the birds fleeting through the chapel as the bells chimed I’d remember you always every single time I fondly winded a wooden coo coo as the milk maids dance the wood cutter chops the bird flies out the steeple over frauenkirche our lady of Munich as we gathered kirchenmusik our time Marienplatz Mary’s town house of monks seeing your tiny face peeking through the American soldiers hiding from Hitler amazing even though you were wounded you stood fast in Rome awaiting victory captured a pow a prisoner of war hard to believe today that priest were being kelp among my grandfather platoon somewhere in Italy keeping you and your bruder safe sharing lovely hymns throughout Europe my meeting you while touring Munich Chaplains arch bishop of Munich the fondness of shopping in the forst dining feasting on viener snitzel and pomfritts a crisp Riesling sways settled my nerves right before the guest arrived the clock makers all lined seeking solace for peace carving my children toys from wood to take back home to America my making guitar keys for violins cellos violas writing poetry why we were the Musik who would have thought one of you would be Pope I always thought it would have be you Georg you sang like a Cardinal creating a flock to the choir many blessings Georg and Joseph Ratzinger mein kirchenmusik Pope Benedict May the Lord always be with your spirits