And the night slowly envelopes the christian world - flickering lights like meteorites produce short lived streaks of sparks on the steadily greying sky; the cathedrals of old left to decay empty while the remnant gathering their tiny congregations in homes and makeshift chapels. The catacombs return:
Amerio quotes Isaias:
Custos, quid de nocte?
custos, quid de nocte?
Dixit custos:
Venit mane et nox;
si quæritis, quærite;
convertimini, venite.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers prepare for the feast of our Lord's birthday, interrupting advent penitence with rejoicing this coming Gaudete Sunday!
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