That's monstrance, a golden sun ...
M. OE
Here's monstrance, as the sun is gold,
Hung in the air - a great moment.
There will hear only the Greek language:
Taken into the hands of the whole world as a simple apple.
Solemn worship zenith
The light in the circular temple of the dome in July,
To complete the breast out of time, we breathed a sigh
On that meadow where time is not running.
And the Eucharist, as an eternal noon, lasts -
All commune, play and sing,
And the sight of all the divine vessel
Inexhaustible joy flowing.
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