i. Rosace
Some forgotten grace
Lights the window's leaded face
Filled with compassion;
Stains God's will upon the floor;
Blood of Christ for evermore.
ii. Organist
Dupré and Vierne
Hang and drift like incense mist.
Chromatic chords roar!
Tire his eyes, never his ears.
He tames the gallery's beast.
iii. Communion
We seek redemption
And kneel. The same old faces
In lines priestwards flood;
Mass-aholic Catholics,
Lips craving body and blood.
iv. Votive
Candles are glowing,
Hopeful, anonymous prayers;
Fears, woes, left in code;
Words the angels' eyes shall read.
May God's grace fulfil our need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Mass-aholic Catholics' indeed! Evocative, provocative, and oh, so clever. The fact that this is achieved in only 21 words is truly admirable. S ;)