I walk into the house and am met with a clean peace.
The air feels fresh and the space feels open and a gentleness descends upon me.
So noticeable this quiet greeting, that I stop still and wonder who’s there.
Then in the evening a return to formal prayer from a long absence, I am met by friends who brought the peace with them.
The greeting is unexpected, but gentle and warm, and my heart beats, “Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord God Almighty.”
And, yes, my friends in some form for me to recognize, the Christ and Mary, a Spirit and a throng of angels, and saints too many to name, tell me I never stopped praying and we were one all along.
My own soul knows it to be true.
And so I smile.
Magdalena's Musings 