strona do druku

November 9, 2008
32nd Sunday of Ordinary Time

And they believed

     Nothing in particular happened for Poland on November 11, 1918; no great event occurred for our nation.  Well, yes, Józef Piłsudski came from Magdeburg.  But something much more important did happen: armistice was announced on the western front and that meant the end of the World War I. 
     And at that point Polish people rushed to build their own state.  Something enormous, something sky-high was happening.  Nobody knew yet what borders would be established, who would be in power, but already there was the will of our nation to build the sovereign state.
     One can find many such moments during the years passed.   I remember few of such events.
     For instance in 1945 I was walking through the pontoon bridge over Wisła River in Kraków. All of a sudden I heard soldiers’ singing and marching sound coming from afar.  It was a Polish army detachment.  And they were singing:

     Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła,         Poland has not perished yet
     póki my żyjemy,                       so long as we still live
     co nam obca przemoc wzięła,      That which alien forrce has siezed
     szablą odbierzemy.                   We at sabrepoint shall retrieve
         Marsz, marsz, Polonia,               March, march Polonia
         nasz wielki narodzie,                 our great nation
         odpoczniemy po swej pracy          after our work is done we’ll rest
         w ojczystej zagrodzie.               in our native farmstead.

     I have never in my life heard this melody and these lyrics.  I approached a soldier in line and I asked:  “Where are you coming from?”  The question was just to be able to hear something in Polish.  He answered: “From Lublin”.  “On foot?” I asked again.  “Yes”, on foot.”
     Or for instance, when at the end of August in 1980 “Solidarity” broke out.
     Or for instance when in Zakopane, Highlander girls sang for our Pope:

   Syćka se wom zycom to i łowo,             Everybody wishes you this and that
   syćka se wom zycom to i łowo,              everybody wishes you this and that
   a my wom zycymy, a my wom zycymy    and we wish you, and we wish you 
   sceńścia, zdrowio.                              happiness and health

     The whole nation wished him that.  John Paul II represented our greatness, wisdom and dignity.
     And then – his dying.  The whole Poland was dying, expiring – and died for that moment when he died.  As if the time had stopped, as if the time was no more, as we had been suspended in vacuum.
     These sublime moments should help us to make us love Poland more and more. Polish culture, our history, our cities, and villages, sea and mountains, winters and springs and our people – Polish people.  Quite ordinarily; day in day out.

                                                                                             Fr. M. M.