Swinging of thurible

by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand

Jan 2022 333 Views 5 comments

Swinging of the thurible

In this house
a cathedral
to the angels
I see light
on elevated stone
high above
the baptismal font
that has washed
generations clean
in the great hall
as I follow closely
the custom
of the liturgy
the thurible swinging
swinging to deliver
frankinscence to heaven
so may they rest
so may they rest

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Posted: Jan 2022

About this poem:

I've only ever attended one Catholic Mass that I can recall, I like the ceremony not that I fully understand it, perhaps in these days we lack rites and ceremonies

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Comments (5)

Mizzy4Navan, Meath IrelandJan 23, 2022

Really liked your poem Ocean,
Ages ago as an altar boy it was my job to light the thurible. I remember the resounding echoes in the church and the strong aroma of the frankincense. You've brought it all back.

OceanzestOPHamilton, Waikato New ZealandJan 23, 2022

Great Mick, yes a unique atmosphere, there's certainly something about time-honoured ceremonies.

yasparkWilliamsville, New York USAJan 23, 2022

Never been to a mass, the light was very visible in your words Ocean, why that black background?

salamunaDeventer, Overijssel NetherlandsJan 24, 2022

You captured the atmosphere well, ocean I ve been to a Mass once by accident. old cathedrals have a lot of history and interesting energy. I just went to look around and accidentally got to mass. there is some mystery in it. Lily