Pious Hands
Karyn Planett
There were hundreds of them. Priests and monks, nuns and the humble faithful, all gathered to celebrate something in the Catedral de Trujillo. But what?
I wormed my way into a good vantage point, smiling and inching forward, remembering that I was a mere observer, the others there for a real reason. For the next two hours we bowed and prayed, struggled and sang in ragged Spanish to discover we had stumbled into a ceremony for Peruvian cardinals. And I swear, they played Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sounds of Silence.”