Pope Saint Linus

RED

Vestments of red,
Altar cloth too,
Martyrs who bled
Did this for you.

Gold Tabernacles,
Veiled in red's hue,
Martyrs in shackles
Hung for this view.

Red mums full bloomed,
In water and brass,
Martyrs consumed
Burned for this Mass.

Red rays of sun,
Rose-streak the nave,
Their suf'ring done
Now red we must crave!

(Saint Padre Pio, pray for us)

Monsignor Domenico Bartolucci

"So that you won't think that I'm just saying anything, I know how participation in old times was like, both in Rome, in the (St. Peter's) Basilica and outside it, for instance down here in Mugello, in this parish, in this beautiful countryside, which was then populated by people strong in faith and full of piety. During Sunday Vespers the priest could just start singing “Deus in adiutorium meum intende” and thereafter fall asleep on his seat to wake up only at the “chapter”, the peasants would have continued alone and the heads of the family would have intoned the antiphon!" - Monsignor Domenico Bartolucci

May God bless him.

The entire interview is available at Rorate Caeli.