My Mentor My Patron. Poem by Kelvin Waweru

When I survey the wondrous altar,
On which a piece of you is engraved,
My richest gain is an enchanting feeling,
A feeling that u are close to me.

Leader you were,
Full of heavenly wisdom and apostolic courage,
A life filled with simplicity, poverty and fidelity made u,
And now makes me.

My heart, a burning ember,
And this truly defines true bliss,
To overtly show that I adore you,
To which my lips fully describes.

imitate may we, your acts now,
To be pure, as pure as you
A promise to manifest you in us,
St Pius a perfect spark.