Monday, May 31, 2010
melting into the sun
I have seen God.
I have seen Walter's 84 year old hands rub sun-heated, soapy water over Samara's raisin skin, latched on to her bones.
I have seen the burning bush.
I have seen a blind man bathe his bed-ridden friend's armpits, breasts, ribs, legs, toes, and back with the dignity of a queen.
I have seen Jesus wash his disciples´ feet.
I have seen parched lips moistened by stubborn, tender hands.
I have seen Love.
Samara died yesterday. Her frail body let go.
There is a peace in death.
"For what is it to die
but to stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun?"
May we look for the resurrection of the dead. Amen.