Yesterday, I may have missed the opportunity of a lifetime.
The figure rocked back and forth on his feet, supported his old frame with hands to his thighs as he bent down on his knees and finally prostrated eastward. I watched while he remained completely internal, focused on his inward dialogue. Or, whatever occurs in a state of prayer – how would I know?
My mistake was to keep walking.
Posted By Thayer Hastings
Posted Aug 6th, 2012