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  • My cathedral had biting insects.
    Snakes patrolled its perimeters and gators its basement.
    There were no padded pews or stained-glass windows.
    Just the inhalation and exhalation of God’s eternal breath.

    It was enough for me. More than enough. My soul was looking for a home.,
    Not a cathedral. I found and lost both, but I learned to carry the sacred around with me
    Like a key ring.

    (Photo by Burt Kempner)
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