A Church In Italy

"A Church in Italy" by Tom Tammaro, from When the Italians Came to
My Home Town

A Church in Italy

Last summer, in church in Italy,

I prayed for all of you, asked not for forgiveness

And strength, but that all the sadness of our
days,


All the grief of our lives,

All the loneliness given us be taken,

Without judgment — asked for life and light.


That was the first time in twenty-three years something

Like that happened to me. Not knowing the modern prayers,

I fell back on the old way of ending prayer,
recited:


Glory be to the Father and to the Son

And to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning,

Is now, and ever shall be, world without end


Then dropped some lire coins in the metal offering box,

Walked through the heavily curtained doorway into the

Mediterranean heat, into the hard traffic of
the village,

Into the harsh light of the
afternoon

Into this world without
end.