The sober walk along the Holy halls
As visitors pile through the Vatican doors
People praying in wistful songs
While they ponder on what the future will bring.
Yes , our Pope is gone, his flock awaits
In faith and hope, our hearts are fates.
His cherished legacy of all he did
A selfless journey of piety, love and peace.
Yet in our prayers, a new light will shine
And we will not leave the memories behind
Of the Great Shepherd whose spirit lives on
Through the work he has done.
MARYANN BOSAH 