Learning to pray

I remember being in this church, singing the Kyrie... with low, reverant voices. There is something about being in a place where many are gathered humbly, to worship. It was a special day. We didn't stay that long. But I loved each moment. Drawn into a still and quiet place within me. Learning again to hear the voices of the few, lifted quietly but with awe.

I also remember praying with a dear friend, just sitting with her. Listening to her prayers. Honest and raw...so beautiful. My heart grew so much that day.

Benedictus qui venit, in nomine Domini....