Gregorian chants

Gregorian chants.

There was a man by name of Greg living in the home he had built for retirement. His wife cooked and did all the gardening keeping them stocked with canned everything. He built fine furniture and tooled with a knife carving exquisite figurines of incredible detail. He was a true craftsman. He still spoke in an eastern European accent but seldomly. He let his creations speak for him.

Greg was devoutly Catholic. He came on the list when his wife could no longer meet his care needs. He had been a rather tall man and she was a small person.
He was also intensely private. It was a living death for him to have people attending to his private needs. Unfortunatly he had a different person every visit. Twice a day.

Greg refused morphine on the ground that Christ Jesus had suffered on the cross and as his servant he should at least try not to be weak. He would pray the rosary quietly and continuously. Then he would chant in Latin. After a few days the praying ceased but the chanting continued.

"What is he saying?" I asked his wife.
She shrugged.
"Is it a prayer?"
"In a manner of speaking."

Turns out he was chanting over and over again
"Deliver me from my enemies who are persecuting me."

Now how sad is that?
Again: sometimes nothing works.