A Cheerful Heart

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Prompt words in red. 

Camilla Comeau / Stained glass sunlight on tiled floor

He was kneeling, his upturned backside reflecting the glory of God. A Technicolor image of Moses parting the Red Sea, reflected light pouring through the rose window.

Angels may weep, but I’m no angel. I was filled with escaping laughter, sounding to my own ears like air from a leaky balloon.

He turned, slowing regaining his feet, and after soothing down both his cassock and his thin white hair, greeted me with a warm handshake.

My recovery was swift.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, although it did sound as if you were enjoying your wait.”

“Yes, Father.  As the proverb says, ‘A cheerful heart is good medicine.’”

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