The harvest is plentiful.
But the labourers are few.
Our hearts must be full.
Taking our place in the spiritual queue.

The mass today was in Latin.
The priest facing away.
How beautiful it is see the raised paten.
All troubles seemed far away.

The priest seems to lead one.
As you see him whole raising the host.
The immortal prize is about to be won.
Here one can never be lost.

Two thousand years of history.
And of carefully constructed liturgy.

…….

Priest faces away
He intones the Latin mass
Here is the spirit

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See Luke 12: 1-12 and 17-20