If you look carefully, there are endless moments
of peace offerings throughout our day. Most are
spoken through hushed, almost inaudible song.
Spilled out with soft whispers and full hearts.
I caught a glimpse of this today while sitting in Church.
An elderly couple sitting with their daughter and grandson
shared a simple, yet stirringly beautiful moment. As the ritual
of peace was offered, the daughter leaned over and gently kissed
her Dad’s cheek and whispered, “peace to you Daddy,” and
extended the same sentiment to her Mom.
It happened so quickly I almost missed it. The pureness
of the moment touched me so deeply it drew tears.
I’m not sure why this resonated the way it did, but
ever thankful for the reminder of peaceful, authentic love and
for seeing it play out in this crazy world.
Debbie Hope….Full Of Hope
They sat close to one another,
faced each other head on,
as if no one else was around.
Intent on hearing each and every word,
when one spoke,
the other listened with her eyes.
Squinting and methodically blinking her
commitment to the conversation.
Dishes and silverware clanked in the background
while hidden conversations grew louder,
but they remained tethered to each other
huddled closer yet,
while they bonded and soothed souls.
There was talk of hip replacements, weekly sales
at the grocery, rising cost of
prescription medications…….important things.
Signs of age all around.
Walkers nearby, wash and set hair do’s,
bony, arthritic hands dappled with
tell tale spots.
Enjoying small bites of pastry,
followed by long slurps of hot coffee,
occasionally dabbing their mouths
with a folded paper napkin… so very lady like.
Time to clear the table and get down to the business of life.