taking the morning to meditate, pray and read was exactly what I've needed (what I've been missing)
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the iPhone was off
the Franciscan Friars were quiet
and my soul was at peace
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that elusive silence and solitude was not elusive today
I was immediately aware of my own breathing
like an accordion pumping in and out - rhythmically and cyclically
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I had forgotten about breathing
I had forgotten about the breath of God in me
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reading His Word without duty or guilt - but out of love
listening without agenda or needing to speak - but out of love
drawn to pray for needs as they came to mind
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and clarity - such clarity
vision and heart attuned to the impossible
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I died a little more today
but feel like I'm breathing fresh air for the first time
my soul, a little less dry and a little less cold
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still, small voice - we are listening
