Only the cup of hot tea remained
after a simple meal of two sausages,
sauerkraut, with mustard and a
piece of farmer’s bread. I sat where
I normally sit. Alone at the end of
the kitchen table. As I ate, I was
flipping pages reading about
Moses, Joshua, Philip, and Paul,
which reminded me of meditation
earlier today that took me to a city
I’d never seen filled with beautiful
churches and old world charm.
This amazing city beckoned me as
did my last few sips of tea. When I
spoke, they understood; when they
spoke, I understood. I felt like I was
dressed simply in black and white.
As I drank my tea here, it felt like
I was there admiring St. Mary’s
Church and watching people as they
walked about the square. I took a
last sip and stood up to clear the
table, shaking my head wondering
who would believe such a story?
I lunched in Kraków from here.