Thursday, November 06, 2014
The names dropped into the center, between the two sides of the choir, arising like incense between the altar and tabernacle. My two-decades gone spiritual director, the priest who came out late one night to anoint Tom, my mother's friend of sixty years who died this last spring. The names. Men I never knew. Men I shared prayer with for years. Gone before us, marked with the sign of faith.
Posted by Michelle at 10:30 PM