And what was my experience of prayer?
In a small side chapel in the vast
interior of the Church at St. John's
University stood the only sacred image
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I knelt in wonder at the Mystery of Incarnation. It was just my lone human self touched by Grace descending as my prayer ascended. - - - - - - - - A lovely image of grace descending as the prayer ascending.
A beautiful image poem. I imagine the young poet kneeling before the giant crucifix and the small statue in a state of prayer. The co-existence of flesh and spirit is everywhere in a catholic church; and such a place, so filled with so much beauty from man's creations, and designed to lead us into our thoughts as well as up to the Heavens. 'By Grace descending' is a beautiful ending line.