Pelaez at the chapter cites canon law and Trent,
chasing the trail of an argument
through tomes and memorials to a faraway throne:
The Church in these islands—a Church of our own.
At his parish, Gomes hurries to his Mass
like a student, a scholar eternally in class.
He turns to his townsfolk, his people, and sees
a purpose, a mission, his certainties.
Burgos is in his study, buried in books,
awake and too mindful of all the looks
cast his way from the shadows, and what they say:
Burgos is going to get his someday.
Tracing the breviary’s worn page,
Gomes sighs: a tiredness more than age
deep in his bones, he offers, looking up to the stars,
a holiness from ledgers and boxes of cigars.
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Be careful out there! 🙂
-A.O.
Aletheia Observatory 