Every Mass a Life

Mass of St John of Matha (1966) by Juan Carreno De Miranda

I’ve come again to my birthplace

With water fresh upon face and chest.

Here in the bosom of my Mother

From our labor I find my rest.

I sit as child before my Father

To hear stories of honor and love.

He teaches me how live wisely

As under the wing of a Dove.

Down the aisle I join my Groom

And kneel as His anointed bride.

At the altar I receive His seed of life

To bear fruit for the starved world outside.

With closed eyes and folded hands

I am entombed with the blessed Host.

Yet I feel my spirit rise to Heaven

And praise with my upmost.

Dedication: To St. Augustine