A Poem, a Prayer, and a Passage, #4
A Poem: “Mass of Ages”
by Peter Kwasniewski
O Beauty, ever ancient, ever new,
O Word in festal garb of flowing chant,
O narrow Way, embarked upon by few,
O hidden Stream of grace where streams are scant:
Your rites give life by flowing from the Life,
Your motions channel music of the spheres,
Your quietude transcends our mortal strife,
Your timeless now unites o…
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