The Alcolyte

Burning Candles In Church

Introibo ad altare Dei

I will go unto the altar of God

this weekday morning at 7 A. M. rain or shine

in black and spotless white.

Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam.

To God who giveth joy to my youth

this morning to serve mass before class

for the sick and the old.

Deus, tu conversus vivificabis nos.

Thou will return O God and bring us to life

for the sick the old

for the immigrants

a sermon in Italian.

Et plebs tua laetabitur en te.

And thy people will rejoice in Thee

my grandmother smiles

as she catches my eye between mea culpas.

Iube, domne benedicere

per omnia saecula saculorum

Grant O Lord thy blessing

world without end.

The host is raised up

and I stand at the

right hand of father

walking the rail

placing the paten under the chin

of the faithful as the Eucharist

is placed upon the tongue.

Corpus Christi.

The body of Christ.

Misereatur tui omnipotens Deus,

et dimissis peccatis tuis,

perducat te ad vitam aeternam.

May almighty God have mercy on you

forgive you your sins

and bring you to everlasting life

.

for even if you no longer believe

you will never forget the words.

.

Regina Pacis – Bensonhurst, Brooklym

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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