A Friday called good

Walking into a powerful wind off the lake, I entered the park with the curious certainty that an image evocative of Good Friday would present itself to my camera. I headed for my mystical tree, whose trunk seems like a portal to the underworld. All was quiet within.

   Listening as the wind roared through the phragmites, I began to feel rather silly. What was I expecting to see, anyway—a man struggling to carry a wooden burden on his back?

I headed for home, along the southern periphery of the Parade Grounds.



As I prepared to step off the boundary of the park, camera stuck back into pocket, something prompted me to turn and look again.

"We neither suffer alone nor conquer alone nor go off into eternity alone. In Him we are inseparable..."

Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island

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[Miguel Angel Escobar]

Hello,

I loved this post. Thank you! Miguel Angel Escobar.