I remember a day, long ago now, when we happened to be at the airport. In the waiting area, my husband directed my attention to a young well dressed woman with a push cart containing a basket with a baby. Beside her stood a little girl about six, who continually gazed at the baby. This action annoyed the lady who nudged the little girl away.
Then my husband turned his eyes to an old man standing by a column at the back of the area. He was not intruding, but he was watching very intently.
When the airplane arrived and the boarding began, a swift goodbye was offered to the little gir and the immaculately groomed mother and baby entered the boarding chute.
The little girl watched intently while the door was shut and the plane began to taxi away.
The old man (surely a grandfather), only then, stepped up beside and took her hand.
The touch was so gentle, the walk so slow, and we watched, unable to take our eyes off them as they disappeared down the walkway.
My heart still aches when I remember. Was the woman mother to them both? Was a six year old saying goodbye to her mother and her sibling? Maybe a child too early in life, left with grandparents, and now there was no room in the new found life? We could never know, but when I remember, I think I caught a glimpse of God that day, when an old man’s hand fell gently on the small tender skin. I think I saw compassion in the unrushed walk.
Yes, I think I caught a beautiful, poignant, glimpse of God.
This made me cry! How many glimpses do we miss each day....I'm glad you captured this one!
One small comment is that I would love to see a double space in between paragraphs to make it easier to read.
I was so blessed by your piece....
