Polish Poetry
[Translated by Danuta Romanowska]



It is such a Holy Mother
Who does not have a chapel
She cannot stay at one place
Went through Katyn
Walked through despair
Meeting the unfaithful
Not crying

Night leads to a star
Sorrow leads to a white birch
Love brings the pure lamb
Peace - loneliness
Faith - all the time wanting to ask
But the throat is dried up. God is silence
Silence is necessary.

Fr. Jan Twardowski



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