Monday, December 22, 2014
A Prayer of Off-Guarded Joy
I saw you today, God.
As an elderly lady walked through my
She tripped and fell
Spilling the contents of her purse.
From nowhere, a thug appeared -
Hoodie hiding his face
Prison tattoos scarring his knuckles
Pants sagging nearly to his knees
He quickly reached down and grabbed her purse and...
...and gently assisted her to her feet, returning her purse and
Tenderly wiping the dust from her clothes and
Tending to her as if she were his own grandmother
As if she were the Daughter of God
As if he were the Son of God.
Thank you God, for
Sudden moments of off-guard joy and
Gentle rebukes from
Unknown and intimidating saints.