"Over This, Your White Grave"

Over this, your white grave
The flowers of life in white
So many years without you
How many have passed out of sight?

Over this, your white grave
Covered for years
There is a stirring in the air
Something uplifting, and like death
Beyond comprehension.

Over this, your white grave
Oh, mother, can such loving cease?

Give her eternal peace.

Author: John Paul II
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