Pope Posts, pt 1: A Pleasant Surprise

My internal monologue sitting in Nationals Stadium reading the program after communion: Oh, I love Panis Angelicus. Good choice. Wait, wha--? Placido Domingo?? Like, the actual guy? No way. (Placido appears on the giant screen) Well look at that. Cool! Hey! Everyone quit clapping, we're at mass!

Panis angelicus

fit panis hominum;

Dat panis coelicus

figuris terminum:

O res mirabilis!

Manducat Dominum

Pauper, servus et humilis.

Te trina Deitas

unaque poscimus:

Sic nos tu visita,

sicut te colimus;

Per tuas semitas

duc nos quo tendimus,

Ad lucem quam inhabitas.

Amen.

Translation:

The Bread of Angels

becomes the bread of men;

The Bread of heaven

ends all prefigurations:

What wonder!

a poor and humble servant

consumes him, the Lord.

We beg of You,

God, One in Three

that you visit us,

as we worship You.

By your ways,

lead us who seek

the light in which You dwell.

Amen.