Smiles!

Our faces were made to smile.

Our hearts were made to shine.

Our hands were made for many things –

Hard work, helping others, creating beauty.

And our eyes were made to give us light.

The (seemingly) smallest thing

Can move us

A sight, a sound, a smell

And our face responds by shifting

Eyes sparkle, lips turn up, dimples deepen

…but…

Sometimes the smiles disappear.

Broken hearts and grieving faces hurt.

Eyes weep bitterly, and hands are wrung in despair.

Whether it is a slow trickle of persistent tragedy

Or an unrelenting avalanche of pulverizing trauma,

Sometimes our defenses crumble

And we are paralyzed by grief and pain.

…and…

These are the times

When we need “the best medicine”

In any sized dose

As often,

 as boisterously,

or as gently as possible.

The “smallest thing”

Can be the “biggest thing”

When it ignites a smile

That starts on our face,

reaches into our heart

draws our hands into the air

and sets our feet to dancing.