Out of fear for his life,

the guards stand watch

over the world's blessed Pope Benedict XVI.

Unknowing, my muse sent out, not one,

not two, but three poems

in praise of God.

And before I ever knew

his messenger was coming

to visit America,

a very rare occurance

for all popes collectively.

I am moved by this event,

to believe in God's timing,

his answers to me,

to such unworthy as I,

who fragile in my faith

was pushed around

by those who seem

to have never known him at all.

And seeing the great expanse

of the people's need,

I am again moved

to believe that he still needs me,

as I know his great love

and in knowing, I am trusted

to share what I know of it:

To know God

is the greatest treasure of life.

To praise God

is the lightest of burdens.

To share God

is the least of jealous entanglements.

And to serve God

is the crowning joy of honors.

Our blessed Savior knows

that we are weak in our sinful ways.

That is the reason he still hears us.

For so long as we call upon him,

we believe in him.