A picture of grace

Through the windowpane I watch him work is magic.

He’s sitting with Mike, patiently. Waiting for the silence to break. Content with his own thoughts. The sun peeling any closet anxiety from his face, gently.

He’s waiting.

His purpose is sitting. Listening. Being. With others. Extending a hand. A word of encouragement.

And he’s smiling.

Mike’s simple words serving as Monday morning treasures.

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My friend Steve works with the disabled. I ran into him at a market a few months ago. He and his friend sat out on the patio. I penned these lines from my table inside as I watched this beautiful scene unfold.