Down To The River To Pray

Can we pause here for a moment?

Photo by Jackson Eaves on Unsplash

And as I stood barefoot in the river, singing together in communion with my fellow festivarians, I felt relief of a longing I had buried deep down, buried because I believed I may never resolve it.

As we sang together, humming in unison until tender harmonies emerged, tickling my senses, tiny hairs standing at attention atop goose pimples…