The sound of angels singing drew me closer, the high notes and harmonies expanding around me until my whole body was filled with this exquisite song of praise. I have always felt tearful in churches. Today, we by chance (is there such a thing?) wandered away from the busy South Bank of London (where we rode the London Eye and were dwarfed by the Tate Modern), across the Millenium Bridge, and into St. Paul’s - a glorious Anglican cathedral with stained glass, candelabras, ornate ceilings, and the welcome peace that comes when all present agree to take a moment to worship, celebrate, or honour their god. My heart fills with gratitude. I feel blessed. I am soothed and enjoy giving thanks to the many faces of God - and all that is. Hilary and I
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