Sanctus

Sanctus


!Oh, what chatters is this life!
!How hard are these exiles,
this jail, irons
in that the soul is in!
Only to wait for exitence
causes me so fierce pain,
that I die because I do not die.

" I live without living in me ".
Saint Tereza D'Ávila.


It is mourning of this sound and the breviary,
incense odour going through air:
knees softened in the Mount Calvary
and the vision of mysteries.

Which secret is hidden between these lines?
Do I speak? Who hears? For whom to speak?
Oh God, if you listen, for what so far?
Because you are occluded in this altar?

I look in the city for your face,
Your voice, in this song (I hear singers),
but others, not I, they have sanctity,
exempt of sins – and I, Lord?

And we? From which matter are we done,
is our body missed, this error?
What, Lord, to do from the body, then,
so dubious in the dizziness and despair?

But saints, so pure, what secrets?
It is a purity that coexists with Love–
then, Lord, a body why,
of so much do I miss so much pain?

The love, rite of garments and metal,
interview the foot of these altars,
in the beautiful and mighty liturgy,
prohibit us of the Saint and exile us!

Our spirit opens to the voice of monks,
and we, in this exile, in this forecourt.
The corner that we know comes from the body,
but, this soul of meat and pain and blood?

They play bells and bells only concern,
and to see, then, that nothing obscures us,
so everything is Christ in body, amen, amen,
it is the Body of Jesus in our body.

(Anima Christi, sanctifica me.
Corpus Christi, salva me.
Sanguis Christi, inebria me.
Aqua lateris Christi, lava me.
Passio Christi, conforta me..1)


... that we are wrecked,
what sinks our ship
in the sea dephts!

All silents, so orderly,
inside churches, and this chapel
and these clothes then? It is this, what I have,
tender knees in the log,

atone. But what? What bad we done?
We are born already marked for nothing:
we know nothing, allow nothing–
God's drunkards, but ready to sin.

Blood of Christ, come and you revert us
to You. Without Your hand, we can not be saved
from foolish sin – not to know
the pains of Your Passion and love.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Hosanna in excelsis.2


1 Christ soul, bless us./ Christ body, save us./Christ blood, intoxicate us./water from Christ's , wash us./Passion of Christ, strengthen us.
2 saint, saint, saint, / is the Lord, God of the armies! / The sky and the land are full of Your glory. / Praise in the heights/. When what comes in the name of the Lord. / Praise in the heights was praised.