Overwhelming Words!

I parked my car far away from the hospital, where regular check-ups were awaiting me, and I started walking. This was a few days ago. Before I arrived, I entered a church adjoining the hospital, which used to call me to enter every time I passed by its door that is always open during the day. This church itself, in its place, appears to be the hospital; while the hospital appears to be a shadow to it. I entered. In front of me, at its entrance to the left, I found a man immersed in his prayer. On his knees, with his hands lifted up, he was repeating, in an insistent voice, a single phrase: “O Lord, heal my mother. O Lord, heal my mother…”. The man captured my heart as well as my words. At the hospital, I finished what I had come for. I was happy to meet some friends there, among whom was a doctor as we had agreed to meet in its public hall. I know the words that I heard and that I said. However, I cannot know if anyone had noticed that the man of the church was interrupting me with words whose urgency overwhelms me to this day!