In an empty chapel on a solitary summer day…
I love the solitude of this empty chapel:
the sound of perfect silence and the wind blowing ceaselessly ,
and the countless waves beating the beaches all across her history.
To think of the humanity this chapel has witnessed… it was awesome !
I thought of the voices that had enriched the chapel:
the Chaplains with their Homilies,
the Choir with their songs
and the Laity with their prayers..
Today, most of that history has frozen …
frozen in times that cannot be contained
and her walls afresh with new paints beckons me for a new living.
It is a new year,
a new challenge ….
And my only prayer ,
“ Lord, be my guide in my little days…
and make me receptive to Your silence”
Photo from file: St. John's Church (Tellichery) over looking the sea.