momentful

...and it seemed to the girl that the whole wide church with its dimness, and consoling poverty (that half assured her its God was indeed the God of the poor) was filled with the faint susurration of moving lips, a momentful of sorrow cupped from the day-long stream of sorrow that flowed endlessly into this humble church of the outcast, the abandoned, the oppressed, and flowed seaward away into the boundless memory of God