✞[ I. ]✞ Station of the Cross
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sanctus_cineris † Isaiah 10:16-20 †
[ Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;
Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:
But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the Sword: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it. ]
[ † ] Genuflecting low before St. Peter's altar the looming Priest bent his head respectively before the monumental Cross he'd spent most of the previous evening weighting down, fingers of a gloved right hand lightly touching his forehead and quietly murmuring the words "In nomine Patris". They then follow down to the top of his breastbone—"et Filli"—down to shoulder from left to right, finishing "et Filli, Amen" with lips barely grazing his thumb.
With a deep inhale along with the rustle of cloth his mouth begins to move, words barely above a reverent whisper. [ † ]
sshh...Maxwell.....Forgive.....Ah am heartilieh sorry.........Midian......
[ † ] When he moves away something black and metallic tumbles out from the folds of his clergy robes, short-circuiting the feed. [ † ]
[ Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;
Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:
But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the Sword: for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it. ]
[ † ] Genuflecting low before St. Peter's altar the looming Priest bent his head respectively before the monumental Cross he'd spent most of the previous evening weighting down, fingers of a gloved right hand lightly touching his forehead and quietly murmuring the words "In nomine Patris". They then follow down to the top of his breastbone—"et Filli"—down to shoulder from left to right, finishing "et Filli, Amen" with lips barely grazing his thumb.
With a deep inhale along with the rustle of cloth his mouth begins to move, words barely above a reverent whisper. [ † ]
sshh...Maxwell.....Forgive.....Ah am heartilieh sorry.........Midian......
[ † ] When he moves away something black and metallic tumbles out from the folds of his clergy robes, short-circuiting the feed. [ † ]
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Action!
Date: 2010-03-22 07:25 am (UTC)[Staring straight across the way with his hands folded together on top of the partly folded cassock in his lap he appeared somewhat weary until she had him snap to attention with her scrawling, the Scotsman scritching at an unshaven chin while he deciphered her meaning.]
O'...Ah'll make sure 'e gets et, mae winged Dove. Dinnae ye fret. Make sure ahn let 'im ken thaet he's goot angels watchin' o'er 'im, tae.
[A small chuckle that was a little more forced than before, large fingers curling over the still pristinely starched fabric.]