Before Mass (correction!)

Friends, I won’t be able to live with myself unless I correct an error most of you probably won’t notice anyway in the poem I just sent out. There’s an unnecessary period dangling like a hangnail. We can’t have that nonsense here. The corrected poem is below.

—JM

Before Mass

After a night
wracked with panic,

it’s a gift to sit 
in the center 
of a motionless hour.

            Stained glass
glazing vacant pews.