Dona Nobis Pacem

Love that encapsulates understanding

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When I was very small, I’d hear my father singing a certain lyric with a plangent tune. Decades later I’d discover it was a pop song called The Quartermaster’s Store, a song for children with nonsense words.

But that’s not how my father sung it. For him, the chorus was: I have no eyes, I cannot see; I have no one to comfort me.