I made it home, with feet so sore
You may ask what I did this for
And I'll reply "You can not know
If you say you would not, too, go."
It mattered not what was the wait
Before I fin'lly crossed that gate
And stumbled down that last, long block
My tired legs almost in shock.
Communion, ("Only" spiritual)
Still made my soul feel ever-full
And then: a joyful sense of hope:
A final blessing from the pope.
