How beautiful on the mountains.
Are the feet of him who brings good news.
Glorious spiritual fountains.
Even mind wandering in the pews.Who publishes peace.
And gives good news of happiness.
Building piece by piece.
Into some kind of stuttering holiness.

I went to three masses today.
Latin, low and sung.
Seeking some sort of divine ray.
But climbing in faith so very slowly rung by rung.

However many masses I go to.
My faith seems questioned through and through.

…….

We try very hard
Going to masses and praying
Faith is elusive

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See Isaiah 52: 7-10