An Appreciation

Sometimes in the shadows of an open door,
we see something that we have never seen before,
or have seen a thousand times
and never noticed.

Maybe it’s a change
in the way the light lands
on an old man’s hands,
or the way the sky is somehow caught
in the eyes of a lover,
or the strands of an aging mother’s hair
wisped lightly about her face.

It could be learning something new
about someone we’ve known for years,
or a stranger’s tears
shed silently in the back of a bus,
or how a light gust of wind
sets the leaves of a sycamore shimmering,
or the slightest glimmer of faith
in the face of some terrible testing.

Maybe, sometimes,
it’s something as simple
as a few words on a page,
blazing into a new hope,
a new courage,
a deep refreshing,
a powerful healing.

More often than not,
such things as these
come to me
in such moments that my needs
are choked into the parts
that cannot find the words,
groanings too deep for speaking,

and I feel the comfort
of a Greater Hand.

H. Arnett


About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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