Journal from Christy, written in Assisi 8.3.07
We are in Assisi, Italy, sitting in a church with many people, mostly older...In front of us all is the crucifix that is said to have spoken to St. Francis at age 25. There are many with specifically shaved heads, many in robes, many in penance. Here we all are in pilgrimage. We seek to be small, to put ourselves in perspective with the Sovereignty that must be greater than us. We seek to make ourselves big, to be noticed and seen and to control circumstances, control ourselves and control others. We seek. A thunderstorm made its journey through Assisi today. People hid together beneath pillars, arches, umbrellas and the like. We are all crying out for different things, and in different ways. Our broken hands lack the strength to reach.
...An organ began...the people to stand. The robed men like you and me float to the front and recite. recite. recitte. recite. Everyone here proclaims their part. The wounded sheep of a wounded Shepherd.
The priest dressed in green taps his feet.
He sits with jitters and twiddles his thumbs.
Before us a balding man on white marble seat.
The girl dressed in pink grates her teeth.
She sits and wonders and shudders inside.
Sober, a young woman on a hard wooden bench.
1 comment:
Oh my dear, you make me think and I love it.
My favorite pics are the one of the two old men deep in conversation and the last one with the window boxes and the door. They look like pictures I would have taken. We miss you lots and I wonder often what you must be experiencing on the other side of the world. My heart is with you both.
Mel
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