My husband and I simply sat next to each other.
Suddenly, without praying first
I felt a strong bar of steel like light pulled from my chest to my husband,
With another stretching from both of us up to God.
Within this triangle of light,
Infused with the power of the Trinity,
Our children danced.
The children were protected by both our love and the love of God.
The words I sensed were-
The triangle is the strongest geometrical shape;
It cannot collapse under pressure.
When we are grafted into the Trinity,
Suffused with the presence of the Trinity,
Drawn into the very life of the Trinity,
We deflect all pressure from darkness and evil.
copyright 2015, Melanie Jean Juneau
photo credit: Wikemedia commons. Painting of the Trinity, on the ceiling of the choir. Painting of 1868 by Auguste Glaize.