Thursday, March 4, 2010


I wrote the following poem several years ago. It still calls to me to live into its reality. This is an ever-present challenge to me. For it, I pray daily for the grace of perception, compassion and wisdom.

Loved ones deserve our effort
to nurture their wonder.
Against the tide of sameness
and routine familiarity,
against presumption of predictability,
strive to discern and celebrate
what is unique to each
and evidently a gift to all.

Though all the world may see merely
a name, a number, a commodity,
we must strain to see originality –
and life and hope and promise –
in those to whom we have been given
and who have been given to us.

Even and especially after years
of common life and companionship,
when it might seem there are few surprises
and little new to be known of others,
when change is no longer a harbored expectation,
our loved ones deserve earnest contemplation –
as if we have yet to discover the
source of their shining light.

The world may or may not discover
the wonder of our children,
the glory of our spouse,
or the peculiar delight of a friend,
but will we have fully lived
if we have not perceived and guarded
and fueled their unique graces?

Highlight the wonder in loved ones
when they cannot see it for themselves,
or do not believe in themselves,
or sell themselves short.
Perhaps the reminder will
turn the tide and hold them fast
in dark and disillusioning days.

Fan the flame of their distinct wonder--
not what you wish they would become
or desire for your own gratification.
And as they shine as a light
to those whose ways they are intended to brighten,
let your blessing flow unbridled,
trusting to wonder the glory
that will come through them.
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