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?"
-Kahlil Gibran

May we look for the resurrection of the dead. Amen.

With you,
Luisely