Recently, I came across a book of John Paul II’s poetry at a Salvation Army thrift store for sixty-nine cents! Before I send it off in the mail to a dear one (who delights not only in JPII’s poetry but also in amazing thrift store finds), I’d like to share two short poems here.
Words spoken by the woman at the well, on departing
From this moment my ignorance
closes behind me like the door
through which you entered, recognizing
all I do not know.
And through me you led many people in silence,
many roads, and the turmoil of the streets.
The Samaritan woman
It joined us together, the well;
the well led me into you.
No one between us but light
deep in the well, the pupil of the eye
set in an orbit of stones.
Within your eyes, I,
drawn by the well,
[From: Easter Vigil & Other Poems, Karol Wojtyla, translated by Jerzy Peterkiewicz, pg. 19]