Consummatum Est
Silence de profundis rising, Darkness falling. Breathless all creation waiting, One Voice calling At the crux of earth and heaven: "Consummatum est."
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--Rose Polchowne
Rose Polchowne is a high school senior enrolled in Kolbe Academy Home School.
