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.
