Small stone, day 12

I know this small stone is late.  I was too tired to write about it  (“it” being a moment when I try to be fully present/observant to what’s around me) when I got home last night from Prayer around the Cross.

Murmurs in the hall, heels on stone, fingers exercising empty euphonium valves, rustling into pews, cough, guitar whispering that strange chord again, cough, overhead jet coming in for a landing, cough again, and then suddenly everything settles into a few seconds of deep communal  silence.  We begin…

Praying this day:  For healing in people, in the world.

Comments

  1. Yes!! I so wish I could be there….

  2. Anonymous says:

    I was there and it was beautiful, so peaceful. Thank you.