Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Recognition in Three Parts

Three separate things…

I was invited recently to consider anew the Emmaus story… it is a favourite of mine anyway and has been good company these recent days.  In part…”Now while he was with them at table, he took the bread and said the blessing; then he broke it and handed it to them.  And their eyes were opened and they recognized him; but he had vanished from their sight.”

I went to a poetry reading again after several months had passed since last attending the gathering.  Several of the same people were among the 25 or so in attendance, including someone who had taken the time to walk by my chair and said “I’m really glad you came.” at the first meeting.  This time, we had a brief but longer exchange and will have tea and a walk on Thursday.

I remembered a quotation from a favourite book—The Elegance of the Hedgehog… 
They didn’t recognize me,” I repeat.  He stops in turn, my hand still on his arm.  “It is because they have never seen you,” he says.  “I would recognize you anywhere.”


there was a studious art
to remaining indifferent
when mistaken by people and therefore
left on my own.
It was easier,
I thought I was happier,
and on spun the universe
with her elliptical fascinations. 
however, the awe, the art, 
is in remembering to breathe
when the universe stops
ever so briefly 
and we notice each other
and recognize our stardust
and say wow…
if we need
to say anything
at all.

Kimberly M. King, RSCJ

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