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John XXIII

A POEM

By “Julian Norwich” | May 1986

The bait of his goodness brought sinners in shoals,

He guided men gently to hope once again —

This sharp-eyed old peasant, a shepherd of souls,

In the Fisherman’s following, a fisher of men.

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