Transported to New Year’s Eve at the Vatican
by MFrostDelaney

The balconies are empty but for me,
below the jam-packed crowd in silence now
as priests process, as altar cloth is blessed,
Confiteor … the Kyre … Sanctus,
and all the time I’m searching for a way
to be below, get closer to the Lord.
Angelic voices lift from choir boys.
The scent of incense lingers in the air.
The consecration tones and I am there
somehow enveloped, sacrificial joys
engulfing me. The host is lifted towards
the heavens, to our God so that He may
change simple bread to Jesus Christ and thus
complete His will divine, at His behest.
I’m swept up by the angels who endow
me with communion – body – deity
for just one moment. Then I’m back at home,
transported by His will to His Shalom.



 

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