The Fruit of Love
I have been graced to witness what many never see,
that with patient, gentle care,
with saying out loud what I hope will one day be true,
with showing up, being reliable and earning trust,
with tending to the weeds rather than ignoring them,
with getting my hands soiled and my soul grounded,
love takes root and grows ever so slowly, yet strongly, like an oak.
I have been graced to witness someone come to know
in the core of his being that he was loved as he was,
cared for in the most complete and respectful fashion,
and that God was hugging him as his life drew to its end.
I have been graced to witness my father
being absolutely comfortable with God.