I offer the purple sash
and the white surplice.
I offer the cold mornings
when snow crunched
and the church was dark
and silent
and an old man
came down the aisle.
I offer the cruets,
and the words at the foot of the altar,
and the priest, heavy with vestments
Introibo ad altare Dei.
I offer the bells and the cross,
and incense sprinkled on coals.
I offer
the long white tapers
and the flames.
Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam.
Patrick T. Reardon
2.6.14
Written by : Patrick T. Reardon
For more than three decades Patrick T. Reardon was an urban affairs writer, a feature writer, a columnist, and an editor for the Chicago Tribune. In 2000 he was one of a team of 50 staff members who won a Pulitzer Prize for explanatory reporting. Now a freelance writer and poet, he has contributed chapters to several books and is the author of Faith Stripped to Its Essence. His website is https://patricktreardon.com/.