We return over and over to the same place, a connection to the unswerving, the unchanging: God. There is no beginning and no end. My idea of time may be linear like the train tracks; my life had its beginning, photographed at the sea by my mother when I was a small girl, and now my mother’s life is beginning its end. But God is our circle in the Sunday morning sky, with clouds so pale they have no edges.
I longed to receive Christ in the Eucharist, but first, I had found his beauty in the sunrise through a winter Ferris wheel, gray spikes and spokes radiating out from the center.
—from St. Anthony Messenger‘s “Let Us Pray: God’s Center Is Everywhere“
by Maureen O’Brien
