In Old California 9
The priest prolonged chants speaking somber tone.
Resplendent vestments white were cambric light,
embroidered gold with deep blue colors shown.
Man's mediator nigh in great God's sight.
Above, in gilded niches reredos' height,
wrought marble statues gave down sweet cast smiles.
Apse alter piece held candle flames all bright,
now throwing shades of light on floor's brown tiles.
Filled pews of people lined for chalice, Host,
then Jose, Dona Rose with daughter came.
Thus kneeling, waited priest and wafer toast.
To wait, receiving both in time the same.
At rails short stay, it wasn't she to blame.
For Arracho stood three near pews away.
Ave Maria! Eyes held same old flame.
Hands came together raised as though to pray.
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