By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor

It takes just a moment
to pause and let go –
to notice.
Presence always waits
patiently for us.
She is found
in the smallest of things…

The slow drip of water
off a rock
which holds
the riverbank in place…
Presence is there.

The thought that gives birth
to the word that spawns a tear…
Yes. There.

In that moment between
the reach of your hand
to the lifting of another –

Or when the homeless man
catches your eye and
a generous smile blooms…
There!

How short our time is.
We squander Presence
like we waste water…
We forget to look,
to hear the slow drip,
to speak the unspoken word.

We get lonely
in this poverty
of connection.

Sad, isn’t it?
This slip of a rose
through the grasp of our fingers.
We ignore the dropped flower
and miss out on the bouquet,
the colors…
And then we grieve the loss of
a flower to cheer us –
it’s brilliance unwitnessed.

Love is like this, too.
It can hide beneath.

So, let’s elevate the
Presence and the Love, too.
For without them,
we aren’t even here.

And we are so needed.

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Author Bio

Cynthia Cady Stanton is a hospice chaplain, writer, and speaker. Her inspirational blog, Becoming and Beholding, can be described as “an exploration of a personal journey of awakening.” She is currently available to provide spiritual services and counseling to those in need. 

Blog: BecomingAndBeholding.com
Professional Site: CynthiaCadyStanton.com

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