Inside our casual greetings
I notice your eyes full of grace
You may not know that in these moments
I say a grateful prayer
Then, came my loss
Within my time to grieve
you noticed
Glory showed itself
Your sympathy was expressed
in the cards you sent, in your mass intentions
in the baskets of fruit at my door
Love became visible
Mary’s smile filled the space between
I knew then the wound would heal
This strong manly shell let go
under loves weight
I did not know the friends I had
until this moment became clear
Beauty had arrived
in ways faith told me I should have known
Now, in our brief encounters
I become filled
Because it is obvious
you pray for me
I was deeply affected by the warmth of love given to me when my mother died. Instead of grieving and abandoning, I felt embraced beyond explanation. She is undoubtedly present in my life, more so than she was on earth. I saw you as Mary and all mothers in your eyes, your smiles, and everything you expressed. I had no idea that hidden behind our brief glances, hellos and friendship, you too had been praying for me. My empty cup had been filled, my thirst quenched.
For further reflection: The offering of compassion and prayer during times of grief with John 15:13
Seeing You in Mary’s Face