A small boy, maybe 2, plays among the crowd, which is hushed in respect inside the Blue Mosque. The boy is oblivious to the significance of where he is - inside one of the most stunningly beautiful structures in the world (in my opinion) and one of the important houses of prayer to the Muslim world. The space is large and filled with many praying and many viewing.. They are all quiet and careful. He is happy and boisterous. He is moving freely, followed closely by his Papa. Watching with a loving smile, from close enough to protect and admire but far enough to allow exploration, it is clear this man loves this boy.
Among the whispers of the people, you hear his little voice, "Papa. Papa."
In this house of prayer, it strikes me as the most beautiful,prayer ever uttered in any language. "Papa".
The simple word, uttered in confidence that it will be heard by love.
Papa. Papa.
Amen
Among the whispers of the people, you hear his little voice, "Papa. Papa."
In this house of prayer, it strikes me as the most beautiful,prayer ever uttered in any language. "Papa".
The simple word, uttered in confidence that it will be heard by love.
Papa. Papa.
Amen