A sip of tea. The gentle, last touch of a loved one’s hand.
A flurry of tingling sensation surging through the body. A stranger turning
into a long-lost friend overnight. The incessant beeping of an IV machine. The
sting of a needle that won’t enter its vein. The bittersweet chirp of a morning
bird. An afternoon breeze, gentle on your cheek. This, the first and last day
of your life. Ecstasy, and laundry. Love, and pain. This stunning ordinariness,
rich with miracle, overflowing with grace beyond our conception of it. The
completion of life within its very appearance. So rest, weary seeker. Rest in
this. Always.
~ Jeff Foster ~
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