July 17

2:40AM is taking on an almost mystical significance.  A flashback to daily Mass at Byron and Horace Streets in East Boston.  A dim little chapel.   Brother Dennis Cox, S.D.B., supplies the spare musical accompaniment in a pure and confident voice, his bargain-basement organ sounding like a plastic harmonium:

Oh taste, and see that the Lord is good!
Happy the man who places hope in Him.

Then a gentle, comforting, sleep-inducing rain.  But in time it builds to a Paraguayan rainy season crescendo, hostile and insistent.  I fall back to sleep nonetheless and awaken finally unrested.