Prayers on the stairs

Yesterday I was pondering the difficulty of fitting the much-recommended times of peace and stillness into a life where there isn’t any. This morning I remembered I’m not such a failure at it after all, even if I am only making small progress. Our offices span several floors with no direct lift link, so the easiest route is to use the fire stairs. On the way up I take it slowly, and each step up is a bit of a prayer. Sometimes it’s a about a particular person per step, sometimes each step is a line from the Lord’s prayer, sometimes every flight is a jumble of what and why and how. The fire escape staircase is quiet, and still. So now a trip downstairs is less of a pain and more of a gift of a time out…

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