Sometimes I miss

the faith of my youth

before I was taught it was

all for naught.

Sometimes I miss

the Midnight Mass

and all its colorful pomp

and circumstance. 

Sometimes I miss

the reverent

and quiet serenity. 

Sometimes I miss

all that rich history

a few thousand years

provides. 

Sometimes I miss

the Holy Men of quiet character

and faithful service.

Sometimes I Miss

it all and long for

the Cathedral of my

youth.

ANZAHOLYMAN