My eyes beheld her as did my heart. I
watched. “May I sit with you.”
This woman looked like there was a
story upon her life that I needed to know.
How does one honor a stranger?
How do I not impose?
It wasn't just mere curiosity
There was a pull between us, she
recognized it as well.
This beautiful older woman upon whose
life I entered as a stranger and left as a friend, a daughter, a
sister....
Her smile lit up the room with a weight
of the wise old sage who has learned the secret of joy beyond
circumstance. Her voice carried with it the melody of one whose
learned to sing through tears. Her hand offered a touch full of the
knowledge of comfort through the ages.
I will be forever indebted to this most
magnificent human being.
We sat upon the stoop, her and I.
I wondered what others saw. Did they
see a pregnant girl and a homeless lady? Did they see us as they
rushed by through their days? Did our song matter to them? Did
their song matter to us?
We live in the proximity of countless
other human beings. They are each a bearer of the image of our God.
Whether acknowledged or not, they matter. More years have passed but
those moments sitting with that precious woman have imprinted upon my
life like few others. A moment that could have been so easily past
by but has been so cherished through the decades.
Whether with stranger or loved one
moments pass and to try to capture each and carpe diem every single
one might send even the most contemplative of us into over drive....
But it is in seizing the essence of the day and in the breathing in
of the fleeting moment where we taste the realness of life.
In the pausing and feeling the warm
laundry that comes out of the dryer, in enjoying the aroma of freshly
picked and cut up strawberries, in enjoying a Carolina peach.. life
is lived. In smiling and looking into the eyes of another human
being, in wondering about their life and their story mine is made
richer.
The notes of our lives saturate the
air.. the melodies of sorrow and sadness and lyrics of joyous
triumph, the melancholy of hum drum living and the ecstasy of
highlighted occasions. Each note and strain vibrates through the air
and the song of mankind forms an umbrella under which we all live...
More united together than anyone of us could truly fathom.
No comments:
Post a Comment