As life became heavy, I found myself bowing in prayer in front of the altar. I'd gone off by myself, entered the silence and waited.
God joined me - kneeling there in the silence. Placing His blue cloak of 'wrap around presence' over me. We knelt together, His arm and cloak enfolding me. I noticed His tears. They became shared tears - an offering of comfort and easing of pain. My breath became deeper and easier as companionship encased my pain. Together we knelt, and turned toward each other - looking into each other's eyes. No words needed. Deep sharing and knowing. 'Hope' was finding its way back.