Inspiration from the week

As Kingfishers Catch Fire

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.
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I say móre: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is —
Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
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What I do is me.  For that I came!
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How hard this can be to know, really know, but how beautiful is the realization!  This week was full, demanding at times, but so full that that awareness burst into gratitude at every turn.  There was gratitude  for the opportunity to play the part, to be even the smallest answer to someone’s prayer and for the souls in my life who were placed here for me to love, to practice on over and over, how to love more and more completely.  Some photos that represent the time:
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Prom loomed and no dress in sight!  I learned how to sew over 30 years ago without even the hint that some day a lovely girl, who had become imbedded in my heart, would wear a garment I created.
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A surgery happened and another one who shared the same heart needed tender loving care.  Not the best patient, but then again, not being cared for by the best nurse!
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A girl wants a thing so badly…to be chosen.  A mom dives in…some might say, gets way too involved.  How not to?  Each day a piece of her walks out into the world, becomes vulnerable, risks all for love.  Buttons are made, costumes created, speeches fine-tuned…for this they were both made.
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Post Script:  A few weeks ago my friend told me this story:  Her four year old boy (part of her heart) looked up at her in innocence and, channeling Wisdom said, “Mommy, you were born to be my mommy.” I haven’t heard anything truer in a long time.  For that she was made.
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For what were you made…made for today, for now, not for forever?  Forever will take care of itself.

About lchavez64

Seeker. Dreamer. Ordinary girl.

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