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Convivium was a project of Cardus 2011‑2022, and is preserved here for archival purposes.
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A Beacon in the Night

An old, worn tarpaulin is transformed from within by the presence of a torch. Are our worn frame so too capable of being lit by a Holy Flame?

Stars glitter in the sky above the campsite. Composed of nothing more than an obscure clearing in the forest on the edge of a glen, the tent shines brightly, like a flame. The faded yellow tarpaulin, giving off the air of age and neglect by daylight, becomes a beacon when lit from within by camping lanterns in the night. Make us beacons Oh Lord. Transform our aged and worn frames into beacons, lit from within by Your holy flame.