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
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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