I try to articulate to the friar the thought that has been forming in my brain each day on the Q train. Praying is just the acceptance that I will wake up each day and do the same things. But each daily task—saying my prayers in the morning sunlight or gloom of rain, making breakfast, walking to the train at a fast clip, reading another book on Merton or the shape of God, looking up from my book as we cross the East River via train, telling a panhandler I don’t have any change or buying him breakfast, going to mass, late, at the homily! breathless and annoyed, but still there, cleaning my room and my face before bed—are marked with this incredible urgency.
transcendent horizontals
transcendent horizontals
transcendent horizontals
I try to articulate to the friar the thought that has been forming in my brain each day on the Q train. Praying is just the acceptance that I will wake up each day and do the same things. But each daily task—saying my prayers in the morning sunlight or gloom of rain, making breakfast, walking to the train at a fast clip, reading another book on Merton or the shape of God, looking up from my book as we cross the East River via train, telling a panhandler I don’t have any change or buying him breakfast, going to mass, late, at the homily! breathless and annoyed, but still there, cleaning my room and my face before bed—are marked with this incredible urgency.