You have delivered my soul from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling.
—Psalm 116. 8
There were actually three disciples
on the way to Emmaus, but one stopped off
at a nearby village to visit her sister
so she never met the risen Jesus.
Had to hear about it afterwards.
At a church picnic once I watched
as a softball, a long foul ball,
traced its fateful arc right toward
the head of a three-year old who never saw
her dad reach out and casually catch it.
Our granddaughter, two months old,
is cared for through all kinds of weather
and infections and sleepless nights,
and will likely never hear of it.
I have been saved so many times,
delivered from death or at least stumbling,
and of most of them I am unaware.
Even without full knowledge I am learning
gratitude and wonder.
Some days my soul is like a three-year old
at a picnic being greeted with inexplicable joy
as if the subject of an amazing story.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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