AT
MASS
ALONE
November freeze,
Warmth melts the chill,
At Mass, alone,
On Calvary's hill.
Where from its heights,
Fierce, sleety, rains
Beat down upon
Stained-window, panes.
At the Mass of all times,
The Faith's never frozen,
"Many are called...
But few are chosen."
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