On Holy Thursday, the procession from the sanctuary to the “garden” (apparently properly called the altar of repose) was accompanied by a meditative chant. It was a beautiful procession, and as short melodic phrases accompanying sentimental moments are wont to do, it wormed its way into my mind.
Since that time it has become part of Peter Potamus’s bedtime routine. Soothing, calming, repetitive. Good, right?
It wasn’t until last night that I actually thought about it and realized that maybe using the words “Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray” to lull my son to sleep wasn’t exactly the best message. Oops.