“Out of the depths I have cried to Thee, O Lord: Lord
Hear my voice.
Let Thine ears be attentive to the voice of my
supplication…”
Nathan wavered, glad of the swelling voices of the mourners joining the prayer and carrying him on; but he gave way, as he mumbled,
“From the morning watch until night, let Israel hope in the Lord,” recovering to pray again, … “let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in Peace.”
The finality of the de Profundis pushed him down, far into despair, and he could no longer hold back his grief. Far away, Nathan heard Leo lead the mourners in The Sorrowful Mysteries: his familiar voice, and the old, trusted words of The Rosary, its ancient rhythms drew Nathan up from the abyss of inconsolable grief, away from darkness, and into the light, “Our Father … H
