The replica doesn’t have a kneeler in front of it, so I knelt in one of the pews very close to it, so that I could look at it as I made my way, mentally, through the decades on the beads that I held in my hands, though sometimes I closed my eyes, or permitted my gaze to move elsewhere, involuntarily. There is almost always a handful of people inside the nave of that church, wandering around, doing something, when no Mass is being said, so sometimes I’d happen to notice someone and would glance at them. One thinks one will be able to concentrate during prayer, but it’s amazing how unruly one’s mind is, even when one tries to quieten it. I find myself entertaining all kinds of random thoughts.