I'm not familiar with the Book of Common Prayer, except to know that it is part of the Anglican and Episcopal liturgy.
Whatever the book contains, the title seems to me extraordinarily comforting; a reminder of the humbleness of daily life, no matter what its trappings.
Today, I ran errands that had me in the midst of holiday crowds. Some people were pleasant, some were pushy and I wondered, amidst the bustle, what we would all be like if our immediate world suddenly descended to chaos. Would any of us be true to our public personas?
And then I thought, the lucky ones never have to know the answer to that question.
Are they lucky? Or just blind longer than others?
I wish it was not a question that has to be asked.
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