I have long been fascinated by the places people call Sacred. Places that are set aside for something. Places to bring and leave prayers.
On a recent trip to New York City, I visited two cathedrals the purpose of which was just to simply sit and experience sacred space. I immediately teared up as I entered St. Patrick's, something I always seem to do here because of the immensity and beauty of its architecture. I am certain that I also felt the presence of prayers. Small in my little pew, gazing into the huge expanse above, I experienced sacred space. Looking at the visitors who had actually come to pray, I imaged all sorts of prayers released in that place, and wondered if it still held a prayer I left there more than three decades ago.