by Bro. Anthony Capirayan, SSP
As of this writing, I am sitting on the whitewashed sands of Boracay and watching the glorious sun lean its elbows on the horizon. The gray smudges on the sky start to clear and the summer breeze becomes cooler. The island everyone considers as the hub for party people has become to me a hermitage, a sanctuary for prayer, a shore for a drifting soul. Neither the conversations of the locals and tourists, nor the laughter of children frolicking in the water, nor the rhythm of reggae music at Station 2, could disturb my silent meditation. On this hallowed ground, in this sacred time, God touches me to the core.