Apple#363
Two separate reflections on being in the city. The last one a report: just as it was. This one a prayer: just as it was, with a whisper of faith.
My muse, my inspiration, my source and my destination, my essence, and my breath.
Today you speak to me of the richness of human interaction: in lifelong religious sisters,
in willing helpers, in respectful service people, in encounters with strangers, passers-by on the city pavements:
eyes that meet, or look sidelong with guarded engagement.
In the pangs of my heart as I pass by Homeless Jeremiah.
Rich participation in the city conglomeration, this massed human homeland; as we share this free existence.
Pangs: yes; yes, pangs at the needy sufferers’ vulnerability, streetside.
Rich: yes; yes, rich in a myriad relationships, all around me
Breath: yes; yes, breathe on me and in me.