Power and splendour come together and press against us through the window.
We are utterly small.We are enclosed in ranks and classes and fail to look beyond the
separating walls of up and down. Despite our judging and dividing imaginations
the wind of life brings the most holy in the night. The flying prayers catch our eye
and display our weary sorrows and dwindling joys.
We need these homely, coloured flags on string to reach through the
dark and light. These are heaven's banners, reminding us that splendour enters here,
in the night. when no one is there.
