John XXIII and a possessed woman
My day in the Eternal City....
Lines at security at 7 am to get into St Peters.
Holy Mass over the body of S. John XXIII....pretty cool considering he will be canonized in 48 hours.
Since it was my first time in front of the actual Chair of Peter, I meandered for some time and watched the sunlight light up centuries of inspired and perspired creations.....Bernini and Michelangelo and so many more.
The crowds poured in.
I waited in line to order a 'new' papal blessing.
Found a pizzeria and had a cappuccino with a simple pizza while gypsies with accordions worked the street.
I witnessed young seminarians or priests walk by, all day, in their best attire, clean shaven with combed hair.
Young couples holding hands, musicians and acrobats and men fixing streets
I walked through town over the Tiber and through some churches and basilicas...offering prayers, wondering, watching, praying.
Gazed at three Caravaggios and fell in love with good live art.
I prayed before crosses and crucifixes and relics and bodies
Stood beneath the oculus in the Pantheon and dipped my fingers in the Trevi fountain.
I reached back to my time with Latin and texted for some help in translation from my lovely wife and son....an excuse because I missed them
Returning to my house a possessed woman begging and screaming and thrashing and no one to help...I asked St Michael.
For a few hours the history, the culture, the people, the stories, the stones....
.and I was nothing
Lines at security at 7 am to get into St Peters.
Holy Mass over the body of S. John XXIII....pretty cool considering he will be canonized in 48 hours.
Since it was my first time in front of the actual Chair of Peter, I meandered for some time and watched the sunlight light up centuries of inspired and perspired creations.....Bernini and Michelangelo and so many more.
The crowds poured in.
I waited in line to order a 'new' papal blessing.
Found a pizzeria and had a cappuccino with a simple pizza while gypsies with accordions worked the street.
I witnessed young seminarians or priests walk by, all day, in their best attire, clean shaven with combed hair.
Young couples holding hands, musicians and acrobats and men fixing streets
I walked through town over the Tiber and through some churches and basilicas...offering prayers, wondering, watching, praying.
Gazed at three Caravaggios and fell in love with good live art.
I prayed before crosses and crucifixes and relics and bodies
Stood beneath the oculus in the Pantheon and dipped my fingers in the Trevi fountain.
I reached back to my time with Latin and texted for some help in translation from my lovely wife and son....an excuse because I missed them
Returning to my house a possessed woman begging and screaming and thrashing and no one to help...I asked St Michael.
For a few hours the history, the culture, the people, the stories, the stones....
.and I was nothing
