As I sit here in this most sacred place. I think deeply.
Looking around at the magnificent beauty.
Silence overcomes this wonderful place.
Silence I so badly need.
I see five Franciscan friars, prayerfully lifting their gaze towards the huge monstrance.
Just praying...
How long? How many times a day do these men pray?
The number would probably astound me.
I cannot help but lift my eyes from my blue journal to marvel at the beauty of the body of Christ.
Its beauty...
How do you do it?
Six Friars now..
How do you love unconditionally? When there are people like me who don't think they deserve your magnificent love??
Of course there is no immediate answer.
I can't help but think this place is a palace... a palace for God...
5:00pm... The people in the front begin a prayer. Unfortunately all I can hear is mumbles, and then the great Glory Be.
Though some people would cringe at the sound of prayers in unison- Chants if you will- I think it is beautiful...
Again the great Glory Be.
Part of me wishes there was a ladder tall enough to reach the top of the sanctuary where the monstrance is kept.
Focus.
The squeaks of an older mans shoes breaks my focus, concentration...
Such beauty here....
The mumbling prayer ends and the people in the front all stand. The sign of the cross is made, and more prayers, chants, are said... and again the great Glory Be.
My focus is drawn to a lady in red. Her hands folded like a young girl on her first communion day. So reverent.
Though I could not see her face, and nor did I know her personally... Her soul seemed beautiful. So filled with God...
She was like a statue. Other than her hands flipping the pages of her book. She doesn't sway, or move her head, or fiddle her fingers. She is in deep prayer... She is with God.
She exits the front with such grase and moves back to her pew. She's like a princess...
The congregation exits the church, including all six Friars..
And I am left to marvel at the beauty of this holy place....
Godspeed <3
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