A Concelebration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Two Bishops here to concelebrate the mass, bringing with them
into church the peace of God.

All hearts are turned to heaven as the procession files down
the aisle.

Little, holy altar boys, followed by many sincere priests and
last of all the shepards here on earth - two Bishops follow.

Gathered upon the altar, God's presence emanates throughout
the church.

Life fulfilled, is standing before us, waiting, as beauty
of the mass unfolds, we listen to the words of Jesus, spoken
through a Jesuit priest, now a Bishop.

All our priests gathered silently together on an altar beneath
the guiding light of God, preparing us for the consecration
of His body and His blood.

Beauty of Jesus is felt throughout the church at this moment
in every heart that is beating for Him.

Concelebrating mass, a rarity to behold, Bishops, Priests and
people as one, celebrating God.