With its air of confidence,
simplicity confounds untrained senses,
a body numb with over-stimulus—
unused to being
until
a good night’s sleep and an early walk
through treed grounds marked
with stations of the cross—places
to kneel—remedy what is
weary
and a ransacked heart comes to release burdens
it didn’t know it carried—but that silence
threw into relief, prompting prayer
to him who is holy, boldly
grants peace
at the point in the journey, the story,
where it is needed.
there are places we can go, locally, designed to foster prayer, times of reflection and even set the stage for personal repentance, all things that serve to re-set, re-new, re-store what has been lost, or neglected for too long; these places start by extending, morphing the nature of time; they help release the pressure we’re under to perform within a certain time; and so they invite us to connect (or re-connect) with what is eternal and pure within and without; in other words, they put us in closer touch with God
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