For Our beloved and most Holy Father Benedict : An English poem

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I'm flying to England tomorrow and won't have computer access until Saturday when I'll be able to post again and read/respond to emails. I debated whether to continue quotations from the 'Little Flower ' Novena but since the link is clearly to the left on sidebar, decided to post the folllowing instead.

If -

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up again with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,
And lose and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be Pope Benedict my son!


Apologies to the 'good little Kipling' for changing his last line. I wanted to add the names of Frs. Tim, Ray, Mark, Michael, George and many others, but it wouldn't scan and I'm sure they, together with our Holy Father, are in our minds and prayers.

God bless all here,
In Christo pro Papa
Jane