Contemplation
“Stay back there now!” he croaked. “Just keep your distance, sport. I’ve got nothing you’re after – unless it’s the cheese, and you can have that. If it’s meat you want, I’m nothing but gristle, but I’ll fight to keep it. Back now! back!”
“I’m not a sport, good simpleton,” said Brother Francis, using the polite address. He tossed back his hood to show his monastic haircut and held up his rosary beads. “Do you understand these?”
After a brief scrutiny, the pilgrim straightened. “Oh – one of them.” He leaned on his staff and scowled.
– A Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)
Detecting signs of cognitive collapse.
Hope, faith, and love are three of the most precious things in this universe.
Loved today’s post about Brother Francis. And thank you for the reminder that the three most precious words are faith, hope, and love. Let’s hang on to them dearly as we walk through life’s storms. Xo