Half light. Two lit candlesticks and some votive candles light the painted faces. From within the dark arch, a voice reads aloud:
...‘ praise and honour clothe You,
and you are robed in light, as a garment ...
You cover the heavens with water ...
You send torrents down ravines; and the waters run between the mountains.’
I find myself traveling to unexpected places. All the inhabitants and companions of He who made them, the giver of life, seem to believe David.
'The birds of heaven dwell there; from among the rocks their voices rise
The trees of the plains are filled, the cedars of Lebanon which He planted. ...
The high mountains are a refuge for the deer, and the rocks, the rabbits.
You make darkness and night falls, when all the beasts of the forest prowl.
Young lions roar for their prey, and seek their food from God.
There is the great and wide sea, ...
... and the dragon which You made to play there.
… when You open Your hand, all things are filled with goodness.
When You turn Your face away, they are troubled ...
The sun witnesses its own setting.'
The entire universe is life and order.
