Five First Saturdays, and the fifteen minutes nobody mentions
Auschwitz-Birkenau, and the names we are not allowed to tidy
Kalwaria Zebrzydowska, and a Jerusalem you can walk
Wadowice, and the town that knew Karol before the world did
Częstochowa, and the wounds the restorers were not allowed to hide
Prayer, and the Catholic habit of borrowing a mouth
Relics, and why the Church keeps what death did not finish
Lepanto, and the people who prayed while the galleys moved
Faustina, and the page she was ordered to keep
Statues, and the honour that is not worship
Catherine of Genoa, and the hope she would not let become a cavern
Purgatory, and the mercy that still has work to do
The tabernacle, and the light that is not for show
The altar, and why it is never only a table
Vestments, and the prayers sewn into the cloth
Holy water, and the blessing we walk past
