In the predawn darkness as we rose for Vigils this morning, coyotes were already howling their praise. All you coyotes and wild creatures of the dark woodlands, praise the Lord! Were our chanted hymns and antiphons, our murmured psalms worthy to join their praises? photograph by Charles O'Connor
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