In the middle of the night, toes burning, I find – awake, on the sofa – that life can be bathed in holy light, in darkness.

The monks chant on my phone.

I know what I am grateful for…

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What more, really, can one ask?

Photo courtesy/copyright Jack Barnwell, Lake Tillery November 2020

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May gratitude find you where you are in days – and nights – to come.

And also:

Ask and it shall be given unto you…

Seek and ye shall find…

Knock and the door shall be opened unto you…

Allelu, Alleluia.

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