I want to say something about prayer but I don’t know what it might be. I just got home from Boston, and am feeling especially serene. My granddaughter and I wandered about the Granary and King’s Chapel burying grounds, and then had lunch at Quincy Market, which included friend dough for dessert. The entire trip was serene. From T ride to T ride there was space between people and yet everyone seems to be bonding in a miraculous way. We were ONE.
After the Boston bombing, as might be expected, people came together. But, amazingly, they haven’t left each other. We are strong; by we. I mean everyone who comes to Boston, visitor and local. My prayerful thought is that everyone I passed on the street is feeling this too.
After the Boston bombing, as might be expected, people came together. But, amazingly, they haven’t left each other. We are strong; by we. I mean everyone who comes to Boston, visitor and local. My prayerful thought is that everyone I passed on the street is feeling this too.
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