In a Gesture
“How was it that you experienced this?” he prompted softly, watching her gesture while she spoke.
She reshaped her hands as if to cradle a tiny object.
Looked again.
Moved her cupped hands one over the other, cradling.
Was still. . . .
Gasped slightly as the stillness caught her
with the gentleness of a blowing whisper that took her breath away.
We watched the simplicity of the movement – and we too gasped at the beauty of God touching another’s soul.
His touch coming to birth again – in our presence.
