Donna Sue Poetry


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Mass of Ancients


Gold candlesticks are shining;

As the altar’s all aglow,

So starts the mass of ancients,

As angels bow down low.

While the choir intones its high chant,

The procession’s drawing nigh,

Rose incense wafting upwards to

Our mighty God on high.

Then solemn altar boys approach,

With Crucifix in hand,

They trail before the celebrant;

His vestments gold and grand.

Only moments now await us

Before the consecration,

Then “Ecce Agnus Dei”

As we kneel in adoration!

Donna sue Berry

July 15th, 2013

“Domine, non sum dingus, ut intres sub tectum meum: sed tantum dic verbo, et sanabitur anima mea.”



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