A grey day. A call for prayers for our Pope.

The dusk is settling. The sailing is done. The light is fading. It's time to sleep and surrender to eternal slumber.

Our most fervent prayers go to our holy Pope Karol.
If indeed, the time has come for you to come sail home to our Creator, we pray you'll find your way to our Lord. But rest assured, you'll always be moored and docked in our hearts.