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Wednesday, July 4, 2007
The Smile
The man was struggling with his bicycle outside the store.
His face grimaced as he tried to get his clumsy hands to work.
A homely face – wrinkled with evidence of years of struggle as he tried to cope with an unwieldy world.
You could tell he was used to being ignored.
Most look away from such a face.
But today I didn’t look away.
I grabbed his eyes with mine,
We looked at each other and I sent a smile his way.
The gratitude of his returning smile brightened my day
Later as I drove away I realized that in that awkward, homely smile
I had seen God’s face.
August 30, 2000
His face grimaced as he tried to get his clumsy hands to work.
A homely face – wrinkled with evidence of years of struggle as he tried to cope with an unwieldy world.
You could tell he was used to being ignored.
Most look away from such a face.
But today I didn’t look away.
I grabbed his eyes with mine,
We looked at each other and I sent a smile his way.
The gratitude of his returning smile brightened my day
Later as I drove away I realized that in that awkward, homely smile
I had seen God’s face.
August 30, 2000
It was up at the Ace Hardware on 24th street. I was trying to connect and I would say we did.
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