HOLY, HOLY, HOLY
Sometimes … if we become quiet,
if we stand on a beach with the ocean
rolling in - wave after wave after wave -
or if we just stand there and watch
autumn leaves parachuting to the ground -
or if we come back to that same spot in a
snow fall in late January, we can hear
all of creation singing, “Holy, Holy, Holy,
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus”, and it’s in
moments like these we realize all is Mass,
all is Sacrament - all is Holy, Holy, Holy,
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Heaven
and earth are full of your glory - Hosanna in
the highest - Blessed is he - blessed is she....
© Andy Costello,
Reflections 2017
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