Sunday Morning Moment

Just before 8 a.m.

Out of the autumn-chilled air

Into the warmth of smiles

                   and inside-heat

I head toward my usual spot

In this place named for a saint

(known for his way

with vulgar language)

-         dip my fingers, bless

-         genuflect, kneel, sit

and take in the quiet communion

before the opening hymn.

Author's Note

The few minutes before mass begins are the most peaceful moments of the entire week...

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

A sweet description of blessed peace.

[Rita L. Sev]

Indeed... Thank you, Eddie

[Einstein Noodle]

i believe that must be Peter eh?! there is a deep root in the Catholic Faith thinks i...one can not deny the whispers among the pillars, saints and stained glass... something is important about heritage.. your poem takes me there... my dad went to 7 am mass all his life... one of the wisest things he shared with me was "..don't ever promise God anything" :) it truly is a frightful thing to fall into the hands of God.
E.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, E, for this reflective review. The saint is actually St, Jerome - a play on his "Vulgate". :) Catholicism's roots go deep in my family... And while falling into the hands of God can be frightening, falling into his embrace is such a comfort...

[Einstein Noodle]

yes indeed ... no comfort greater... i did miss the play on vulgate ... will be looking it up.

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That was awesome Rita :) ty for always sharing before your heart:)

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Jon...

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Your truly welcome Rita:)

[Joyce S. Greene]

And you have written a peacefully beautiful poem to describe your feelings, Rita.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Joyce. Here's to all of our moments of peace...

[Tom]

Almost like a type of meditation?

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, you could say that. :)

[Angel]

You paint such a vivid picture of that peace...I can feel it, through the computer screen that separates us.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thanks, Angel. It's a quiet and renewing moment, that's for sure.

[Marie]

My Sunday mornings are anythng but peaceful, and the moments before church are the most harried of all...

What saint had a way with vulgar language?

[Rita L. Sev]

:) St. Jerome translated the bible into the common, or "vulgar" language (Latin). His translation is known as the Vulgate.

[icelandicblue]

They are most definitely peaceful. It is a special kind of meditation and I always find that time to be very comforting. I can relate to this poem Rita. Thanks for capturing that moment in words.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Blue - so glad you can relate to these moments of serenity.

[icelandicblue]

Wait...what saint was known for his vulgar language? I like him already!

[Rita L. Sev]

Ha! The Church is St. Jerome's. He translated the bible into Latin, the common, or "vulgar" language. His translation is called the Vulgate. :)

[icelandicblue]

I never knew that. Per omina saeucula saeculorum-World without end. Who knew?

[Jack...]

Beautiful moments find us all in different times and places...happy you find yours here Rita. Very nicely done.

[Rita L. Sev]

I seek serenity wherever I can... Thank you, Jack.