It all falls down

I felt God most here of all the cathedrals I sat and prayed in in 2014. The ancient dust and smoke, the french vesper and smell of incense. The wooden kneelers worn down with care, the echoing marble, tred over by millions, the overwhelming sense of Presence in every corner. The stone with eyes gazing lovingly, that large door covered with protection. The bells, so big and strong echoing in their voices which below to us sounded almost tiny “I am here, You are here, we are here together.”

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