Father Stokle bowed his head and softly
struck his chest with his right fist, gently The left side where the heart resides.
Three times rhythmically.
Mia Culpa.
Mia Culpa.
Mia Maxima Culpa.
Mass in Latin.
worlds ago.
That ceremony of contrition rings loudly for
me still. Cant say why.
Translated.
Through my fault.
Through my fault.
Through my most grievous fault.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Father Stokle bowed his head and softly
struck his chest with his right fist, gently The left side where the heart resides.
Three times rhythmically.
Mia Culpa.
Mia Culpa.
Mia Maxima Culpa.
Mass in Latin.
worlds ago.
That ceremony of contrition rings loudly for
me still. Cant say why.
Translated.
Through my fault.
Through my fault.
Through my most grievous fault.
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