Memories of a Catholic Childhood

by revbillcook

I remember the cinnamon smell of incense rising thick from the heavy thurible slow pendulum and the thurifer head bowed circling the altar dark flickering candles casting shadows on rough stone walls and dust drifting through columns of blue and amber light streaming through darkness coloring Mary’s gentle gaze spilling across the gray granite altar and silence filling the immense vaulted arches and the soft murmur of  prayers while Nuns in dark habits finger rosary beads moving their pale lips the  taste of the air like paper melting on my tongue and Christ hangs impaled on the cross head bowed offering God’s  peace to the world