Pilgrim, awake. The horizon trembles with more than dawn's first light; the very scaffolding of history groans as though creation itself were counting down the final ticks of a six-millennia clock.
O Bride of Christ, lift your eyes. The…
Pilgrim, awake. The horizon trembles with more than dawn's first light; the very scaffolding of history groans as though creation itself were counting down the final ticks of a six-millennia clock.