Those moments when you can feel the spirit like the breath of a lion pushing you to the edge of real and tangible, panting and gasping for the supernatural more real than breath.
Those moments when you know what you know by the Divine in you, the essence of truth, the light that hasn’t faded, the rich vastness of eternity telling you what you see with your naked eye….is not all there is to know.
Those moments when prayer ascends like a baby descends. Gripping writhing agony of purpose and destiny. On behalf of another. For another. For life. For hope. For the promise that awaits in the holding.
Those moments when you find your voice is not alone. You are surrounded by a chorus of keening tears lifting you by the strength of individual sorrow shared in community. Those moments.
Those moments when your faith is something more than a declaration of creeds, it is a life moving in tandem with eternity. It is real, in those moments when you feel prayer leave your lips and kiss the face God.