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March 09 2006

Text By Greg Fallis

The wind carries the prayers upward. All prayer rises, of course, as if thought and whispers are lighter than air. Western prayer is efficient; from your lips directly to God's ear in a tidy straight line. But the wind...who can say where the wind goes? Who knows what serendipitous paths are traveled by wind-borne prayers?

Perhaps the wind will detour through some trees and mix the prayers with the whispers of leaves. Maybe a short digression through town where they'll push around some scruffy scraps of paper. Or dawdle long enough to ruffle some balding man's comb-over.

No rush. They'll get there soon enough, let them enjoy the journey.