It's dark at night in the woods. In a little tiny house warmed by a wood stove fire, the Most Blessed Sacrament and I sit quietly with each other. I in my chair, He in his luna. That the Lord in the blessed host is willing to keep me company in the quiet night reminds me of his arrival in my little life.
And in the clean clarity of this quiet it's almost hard to image--and yet I know my shame--all the noise and trifles I choose instead of His quiet Presence. And that is the tragedy of sin: to settle for less.