This blog contains travel tales and sundry stories of 100 words or less.
Morning Service
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Quiapo, Manila
It fell on my eyes, my lips, my nose. I looked at everybody else. They were all smiling, and wiping their wet faces. Blessings, blessings. I looked around and up. There were mute statues, flowers, the altar. Birds fly in the high ceiling. The space, the vibe, the people. Faith is a wonderful thing.
