Scattered among all the days of responsibilities
and rationality are exquisite moments when
priorities pale in the revealing of the obvious,
the taken for granted.
I look at the contours of your hand, a life story
told by lines that trace years of sacrifice,
memories in the flesh marks of selfless
giving, a simple band of commitment, now
worn by time but cherished for so long.
And I know.
The look of wonder in your eyes when the
late afternoon sun electrifies the mountains,
a recognition of the glowing sacredness
painted in burning orange and soft purple.
And I understand.
The deep concern in your face when illness
stalks a loved one or pain invades the life
of a friend or mercy is denied the helpless,
charity betrayed by greed.
And I realize.
Your unfailing kindness to the unkind,
acceptance of others who aggravate or
annoy, the ease of your “hello”, the
fullness of your presence even in
momentary encounters.
And I recognize.
In these remarkable moments, briefly
focused, graciously given, I am embraced
by the unmistakable Presence of Love.
And I am grateful.
What a beautiful tribute to Sue and how incarnational Love is embodied!
Roger, I have been very touched by this. I wonder if it is ok if I use all or part of it in a sermon sometime in the upcoming weeks. Let me know. Thanks & blessings, Sharon