A pew in Lisbon, a pew in Oslo
FAITHThe same silence, rephrased
On the road we have learned to find the chapel before we find the campsite. The hour of prayer comes first; everything else arranges itself behind it.
In Porto the light came down through azulejos. In Tallinn it came down through plain glass and Baltic gravity. The same silence, rephrased.
The pew is the truest map I have ever read.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”
— Psalm 23:1