Cedar City Art Walk Image 9.
Dressed in white,
in the attitude of prayer,
she rested on a bench in the courtyard of a mosque.
Some great need, a solemn request, or perhaps, a simple expression of gratitude lengthened her stay in the morning shadows.
Eyes closed, head bowed, her lips moved. I could not hear the words, yet, I watched, to see if God might come to her in this place.
She felt my presence and looked up. Her eyes spoke volumes.
Surely, God would grant her request.
For more info on my show check out a June 11th article in The Spectrum.
They're Calling To Me 