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)

Summing up 40 years in the desert

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