The Poetry of John Paul II
The undulating wood slopes down
to the rhythm of mountain streams. . .
If you want to find the source,
you have to go up, against the current,
tear through, seek, don't give up,
you know it must be somewhere here.
Where are you, source? Where are you, source?!
Silence. . .
Stream, stream in the wood,
tell me the secret
of your beginning!
(Silence — why are you silent?
How carefully you have hidden the secret of your beginning.)
Allow me to wet my lips
in spring water,
to feel its freshness,
Excerpt from the English translation of The Roman Triptych -- The Poetry of Pope John Paul II © 2003 Libreria Edtrice Vaticana, Vatican City. Used with permission. All rights reserved.