Another year has passed. Does your first Mass seem
like yesterday? Such bliss, so rapturous, must
needs spring forth from the Ancient of Days, timeless.
A mystic yet, or a stubborn skeptic still?
Have you learned to practice what you preach? Hasten.
Sister Death may just lead you to the Throne this
year. Start by praying for the prelate whose hands,
alighting, left you the I of Another.
Always remember that you belong to Him.
Mother will tend to the rest. i ad Ioseph.
—Rev. Bryan Y. Norton, S.J.
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