Long After
.
The cavernous cathedral still hums and echoes
with hymns coming down, it seems, from nooks
and rafters of its ceiling. It trembles softly still.
Long after the mass.
A veiled, old woman fingers a long black rosary
as she thumbs through a dark, worn-out missal
in her wrinkled hand. She sobs, sighs, prays still.
Long after the mass.
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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