A baritone voice bellowed|
through the cavernous hollow
of the church, then mellowed out
like the rumbling of a distant thunder,
ascending like the wind sweeping
over the vast corn field
and decreasing like the ebb tide
lapping the frothing sandy shore.
I could hardly understand the Latin lyrics
but my ears keenly heard the heavenly sound
raising the fervor that possessed my heart,
could this be the ethereal music of angels?
Out of courtesy, I looked back at the rear
where the cantor stood on a balcony
his song emanate to rouse the pilgrims
in a sacred place where heaven and earth meet.
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