Today I travel to a corner in a countryside Honduran church, not far from the Nicaraguan border. The staging of statuary, artificial flowers, wall art, and color caught my attention. The absolute poverty of the parish is obvious in the photo, but, as always, is somewhat neutralized by the photographic process. Hence, I feel no guilt in manipulating my photos to further accent the truths I feel vibrate from the original site. The hope, the faith and the joy in God just seem to resonate in the atmosphere of this tiny corner of South America. Like sound waves, they permeate the space of the viewer, attaching quietly to the soul and traveling on with them. Such attachment is good, is welcome, even though its presence may not ever be distinguished from other steps in the journey.
Such small incidents knit together and build yet another block for the foundation of the soul.
Step by step, we are climbing a stairway to Heaven.
Peace, B
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