Monday, November 2, 2015

ALL SOULS 2015



Requiem Aeternam, Requiem Aeternam

Momma, momma, forget your pies
Have faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full at half-mast
For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull

Red was the color of his blood flowing thin
Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin
Blue was the color of the morning sky
from the ground where he died
It was the last thing that was seen by him

Kyrie Eleison

Momma, momma, forget your pies
Have faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full at half-mast
For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull

Black and white were the figures that recorded him
Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in
Black and white was the question that so bothered him
He never asked he was taught not to ask
But was on his lips as they buried him

Rex Tremendae Majestatis


Requiem aeternam, Requiem aeternam


Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla!
Teste David cum Sibylla!

Day of wrath and doom impending,
David’s word with Sibyl’s blending!
Heaven and earth in ashes ending!

Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando judex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum,
Per sepulcra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.

Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth,
Through Earth’s sepulchers it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth.

Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.

Death is struck and nature quaking,
All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.

I see a sad procession,
And I hear the sound of coming full-key’d bugles;
All the channels of the city streets they’re flooding,
As with voices and with tears.

I hear the great drums pounding,
And the small drums steady whirring;
And every blow of the great convulsive drums,
Strikes me through and through.

The last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath,
On the pavement here—and there beyond, it is looking,
Down a new-made double grave.

Now nearer blow the bugles,
And the drums strike more convulsive;
And the day-light o’er the pavement quite has faded,
And the strong death-march enwraps me.

The moon gives you light,
And the bugles and the drums give you music; 
And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,
My heart gives you love. (Walt Whitman)

Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.

When the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me with Thy Saints surrounded.

Oro supplex et acclinis;
Cor contritum quasi cinis!
Gere curam mei finis!

Low I kneel with heart-submission;
See, like ashes, my contrition!
Help me in my last condition!

Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla!
Teste David cum Sibylla!

Day of wrath and doom impending,
David’s word with Sibyl’s blending!
Heaven and earth in ashes ending!

Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando judex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth,
When from heaven the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth!

For an angel of peace,
a faithful guide, a guardian of our souls and bodies,
let us ask the Lord.
Lord, have mercy!

For the forgiveness and remission
of our sins and offenses,
let us ask the Lord.
Lord, have mercy!

That we may spend the rest of our lives
in peace and repentance,
let us ask the Lord.
Lord, have mercy.

For a Christian end to our lives,
one that is painless, unashamed, and peaceful;
and for a good defense at the awesome tribunal of Christ,
let us ask the Lord.
Lord, have mercy.

For the souls of all who throughout the ages
have fallen asleep in the true faith
and in the hope of resurrection and eternal life:
our fathers and brethren,
the founders and benefactors of this holy church,
our parents and families,
those who are buried or who are listed here,
and orthodox Christians everywhere,
and for their blessed repose,
let us pray to the Lord.
Lord, have mercy.

That they may stand blameless
before the awesome tribunal of Christ
and gain entry into the land of the living,
the place of light,
where all the just repose,
let us pray to the Lord.
Lord, have mercy.

God of spirits and of all flesh,
You trampled death,
You made the Devil powerless,
and You gave life to Your world.
Now, O Lord, to the souls of Your servants,
who have fallen asleep,
grant rest in a place of light,
a place of verdure,
and a place of tranquility,
from which pain, sorrow and mourning have fled.
As the good and loving God,
forgive every sin of thought, word or deed
they have committed.
There is no one who will live and will not sin,
for You alone are sinless.
You justice is everlasting justice
and Your word is truth.
For You, O Christ our God,
are the resurrection, the life and the repose of Your servants,
who have fallen asleep;
and we give glory to You,
together with Your eternal Father
and Your most holy, good and life-giving Spirit,
now and always and unto the ages of ages.
Amen.

O God, whose days are without end,
and whose mercies cannot be numbered:
Make us, we beseech Thee, deeply sensible
of the shortness and uncertainty of life;
and let Thy Holy Spirit lead us
in holiness and righteousness all our days;
that, when we shall have served Thee in our generation,
we may be gathered unto our fathers,
having the testimony of a good conscience;
in the communion of Thy holy Catholic Church;
in the confidence of a certain faith;
in the comfort of a reasonable, religious, and holy hope;
in favor with Thee our God;
and in perfect charity with all the world.
All this we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.  

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