It’s Holy Week.
It’s the time of remembering human pain and suffering.
It’s the time of praying for forgiveness and empathy.
In this place of peace, away from the broken world, I walked.
I pondered in questions, I prayed in longing, I rested in solitude.
I imagined a world in which every house, ever garden, every bench is a place of hope, love, and peace.
I eventually arrived Rosary Portico where I saw my prayer echoed in nearly 200 languages on clay plates on the walls.
And I realized that truly, we may say things differently, but we mean the same thing.
And here, immersed in the human prayer for forgiveness and peace, I knew that peace is possible.
If we find unity in diversity. If we come together as one.
These pictures were taken at Mount St. Sepulchre Franciscan Monastery in Washington, DC.