Route 9 and Chadeayne Road
On route 9, at sixty miles per hour, my Eldest made the observation that some buildings invite us to be silent. Like the ones in Washington D.C. or old churches, she said. Why is that?
I could not give her adequate answer. Is it because we feel small in those places? Or because beauty demands a hush?
I could not say, but when I walked into the night on Chadeayne Road two days later, and the Big Dipper was pouring out its loveliness, and the arrow of Orion was pointing across the vast and sparkling night, then I just knew she was on to something.
Night's cathedral stilled my soul, and I was silenced. Silenced and small. Overcome with awe of You.
I could not give her adequate answer. Is it because we feel small in those places? Or because beauty demands a hush?
I could not say, but when I walked into the night on Chadeayne Road two days later, and the Big Dipper was pouring out its loveliness, and the arrow of Orion was pointing across the vast and sparkling night, then I just knew she was on to something.
Night's cathedral stilled my soul, and I was silenced. Silenced and small. Overcome with awe of You.
Labels: prayer of reflection
posted by L.L. Barkat at
5:06 PM
4 Comments:
I feel that way too--sometimes, when I enter our church---especially at times when I am in there alone---my heart soars in worship and I feel overwhelmed with praise and yet I express it in awe-filled silence.
Yep, awe is the word I came up with too.
I was wondering if this is Chadeayne Rd in New York.
The very same.
I wonder if there are many Chadeayne roads in the world, as well as in New York. : )
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