Shield

This morning's daily office invokes Christ as our shield. I had a variety of random thoughts on this: a picture of him in a protective stance over my body, a filter or lens to perceive life, whispering important, comforting things which no one else could hear, permanence in a posture that can't be kept forever without missing the rest of life. I rejected the idea of a force field - that lacked life and intimacy. I could picture a weathered bronze sculpture of a man with a disproportionately large torso covering his friend, as to protect him from scrapnel or sniper.

Thank you, Lord for glimpses and pauses.