Merry Christmas.

 May you know a bountiful life.

A Lesson From Judith

She called.

“I want to meet with you.”

I’ve heard about you, I thought.

We met not for lunch as planned.

She was sick with the flu or some such thing.

She called.

“We’ll do this later.” 

“That’s good,” I said.

The later was not for lunch,

Instead in a hospital bed.

She was readying to leave the hospital.

She had to leave so she could get treatments for cancer just discovered.

Some kind of hospital rule.  

Rules are strange things,

Sometimes they are boundaries

Sometimes barriers.

 “Come see me--we have something in common.”

Jim, a loving husband, said, “That’s true

And it would be important to her.”

Judith has died since.

I miss her.

I was nothing more than a blink of an eye in her life.

If my presence did for her what she said,

I am awed.

I believe her.

I am awed.

My presence with her got turned around soon.

When I visited,

Her presence with me marked my life.

She was nothing more than a blink of an eye in my life.

A blink that turned into a wink that graced my soul.

The lesson from Judith is

The courage to be is bountiful.

Thank you, Judith.

©Ben L Somerville II 1999