The Accidental Reverie

He came in and sat near the back.  He bowed his head in prayer.  Then, he stretched out his feet in front of him, yawned twice, popped a lemon drop in his mouth, yawned once again, rubbed his eyes, looked about him blearily – maybe to check and see if he had made it to the right place and with another yawn, his head began to teeter rhythmically on his shoulders. He shuffled to his feet with the opening strains of “Praise God from whom all blessings flow.”  With closed eyes, he “paid attention”...