Interior walls smoked
by candles, votives
of hope, prayers thrust
upward. The interior
turns medieval; the priest
intones a prayer in Latin,
it is the Latin mass and
it is still a mystery.
One morning during our trip to London, I took the tube to Victoria Station, aiming for a fitness store to buy a Pilates mat for my wife. Exiting the tube station, I realized I was only half a block from Westminster Cathedral, the largest Catholic church in Britain. So I took a short detour and found myself at a Latin mass, which I had not heard in more than 40 years.
