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80 my cloth are the title to tell you that the whole of my spirit is going to aScend upon you, no matter how closeé your moyths. shall distent beg You are like ,nsaintly lambe feathering away with the wool they have shorn from yous I see your lost faces behind fences as you bend your heads coveningly away from me, For nin MOSS vas no truth, and yet he could say it his sedans; my children absolutely never tell a lie, His aeatkuy Vee his ability to shatter Hines In his daily life this momement of rising into the depths of the hyman abvine seemed consistant in its expansion, to whicle the outside world recoiled; The real sacrament, that came directly from the form of his soul, was his school, that he bestowed ypon all the children that could reach him He would walk off the alter with his alter boys trailing him, and the people would rise and walk in throngs from the church, Now a mumble of voices spread across the main’) they walked between pillars that had shaken and beneath the gothic élessacioun painted on the church ceiling, that vibrated outtoveritheir conversation, as in the sounds of bells, Acroartof Soottpats had been heard moments earlgier coming up the stairs from the lower church, where Mass was also held, Mass was technically over after commynion,,and some would always begain to leave at that point, But not when Papa Joe was saying Mass, and atl ter did, he : would yell from the alter, where do you think youtegoinge And they wouldn't quite know, .and then they would return to their seats like good little grownupse I wonder if he could hear the wimper of their thoughts, as he walked away in the distance on his broken shoes? He almost seemed to fear the candéé in his hand, ime his faee for them, DGd he think of deficating through his mouth off the path of absbelicr’ He could carry his voice into the cloude,xor strangle a pen until the dawn cut through his eyes,.like the image of a tired man needing a glass of