As Dom Helder started to speak about the poor, he choked up and could not continue. The bags under his eyes filled up like fountains and the tears ran down his wrinkled face. For five minutes he could not speak. His mouth twitched every now and then, and we hoped he might be able to continue. We waited in rapt attention for him to express what he was trying to say, but he could not. The memory of the destitute and the realization of their desperate plight left him with just one response: tears.
Be aware of the sacred site . . .
Sacred sites are sacred because our
response to them is sacred.
There is a resonance between the sacred
within and the sacred without . . .
The sacred is within our hearts . . .
Visit sacred sites, yes.Bathe in the
resonance, inspire the divine.
But never forget where lies the holiest
power of all.