Prayer
Peace. Sacred silence settles on the soul. The heart’s thin veil is gently lifted. Her eyes, in looking out, see in. Distortion, distraction, delusion: Cut down by serenity’s blade, Crimson clarity. Life courses swiftly, silent and steady, Unseen but softly felt, Until now, exposed, shines bright and crimson, crimson.
—John A. Di Camillo
John A. Di Camillo, a Dappled Things assistant editor, graduated
from the University of Pennsylvania in 2006 and is currently studying
Bioethics at the Athenaeum Pontificium Regina Apostolorum in
Rome.
