End of An Era
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: A Great Man
Tonight, in Vatican city, in his apartments, resting comfortably, John Paul Pope II died. I may be young and I'm not a Catholic, nor Christian for that matter, but I am old enough and wise enough to know a great man when I see one. John Paul Pope II was, and still the memory of him is, great. He was a truly a kind and generous spirit, who, when visiting a leper colony was unafraid to embrace the inhabitants, knowing full well that leprosy is contagious. However, he also knew the simple courage of being humble and fine art of asking for help. In fact, his first act as Pope, was to ask his parishoners for help. He said, in perfect Italian, "If I mess up, please, let me know."

I, being a witch, will still mourn the passing of this great man. Not because he was great, not because he tried to be great, but because he just was, and let men and history make their own judgments. That in itself is the essence of greatness.
However, I, being a witch, will know that this great man is now peacefully resting in the arms of the Divine. And my mourning, like the melting snow on this spring day, will not last, but will pass on into history.