The quiet is deafening. The only sound is the persistant hum of a fly. The flies have there own antiphonal chant in nature’s chior. Now I see things I didn’t see before. All my senses have been deepened. This place prepares you for a higher love. A deeper commitment. I see the white cross high avove on a mountain peak. It is seen from the chapel windows. It was there all the time and I missed it like so many visitations overlooked and ignored. Attention, Reverence, Devotion.
- Vespers (gracepieces.com)