There she was. Sitting quietly, cane in hand, just inside the cathedral entrance.
I have thought about her for three weeks now. Who is she? Is she lonely? What has she seen in her lifetime, there in Austria? Has she always lived in Vienna? Does she have a family? Was she waiting for someone beside the glowing candles? Or, was she simply sitting in her ordinary place, pausing in her day. There in the midst of the tourist rush. In her church. In her place of worship. In the place where she sits with God.
People swirling about her. Languages bouncing through the air. Stained glass reflecting rays of sunlight. Architectural beauty all around. She seemed unaware. Calm. Still. Untroubled. Waiting.
“I pray to God—my life a prayer— and wait for what he’ll say and do.” Psalm 130:5