A small breath.

As I sat in a church at a concert on Tuesday night, listening to a choir singing Kýrie, eléison, “Lord, have mercy”, I thought, “I need to sometimes offer pictures or songs instead of words, because sometimes words aren’t right.”

This stained glass isn’t from that church (It’s from France). And I’m not offering music, today.

But the prayer, “Lord, have mercy,” feels right today.