Poem: Hoc Solum Est (It Just Is)
Incense smoke wafts upwards in a great cloud obscures the view organ music echoes in the space notes ring with every pomp and circumstance sonorous voice chants the words in Latin: Gloria in excelsis Deo Pax hominibus eius in terra. Ritual steeped in mystery centuries old appeals to an ache in ancient souls no one even questions why it just is