Friday, June 4, 2021

Mysterium Fidei


I listen and I hear a song on the breeze.

I look and I see men fall on their knees.


Coming toward me is a grand procession;

Some are priests and those of like profession.


As they come by I join in and follow.

And when it ends my heart fills with sorrow.


Children throw flowers in front of the crowd,

And rarely is seen the sign of a cloud.


Birds by hundreds come and join us in singing;

When they see what it is we are bringing.


Many may wonder what great sight we see,

But for the most it will remain a mystery.


For only a Catholic could understand;

How a man could hold his God in his hand.