The Grotto

Yesterday as I walked, I found myself thinking of a friend who is ill. I paused at a small garden where I spotted these tiny harbingers of spring.  In that moment, I thought of those who journey to places such as Lourdes to pray and feel Mary's healing touch.  During my time with the old and frail, I have heard many whispered prayers to her, enough so that I know we do not have to travel far to experience that gentle presence; our lives can be journey enough.  This morning, I add my whispered prayer, "Thank you."