Holy Hour Poem by Francisco R. Albano

Holy Hour



You contemplate me
At midlife become
Your holy hour
And from your brokenness
Flows power that swings
My heart like a censer
And blows my spirit
To cloud you with
Glory of your making
To my utter amazement
O salutaris hostia!

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Francisco R. Albano

Francisco R. Albano

Cabagan, Isabela, Philippines
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