Like a Prayer
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My four year-old sits quietly in the pew with his pen and paper. All around him, the sanctuary is dark and full of mystery.
His slow hand moves and concentrates across the space and centimeters of paper. I hear deep, unspoken conversations taking place between him and the lines and shapes.
He works like a surgeon, speaks from behind a mask. On my side of childhood, words can get lost here.
Image by Hugo. Used with permission. Sourced via Flickr. Post by Matthew Kreider.
