Discovering the Remarkable in the Humble
On a recent morning I went out with camera in hand, intent to capture some of the beauty I beheld. I wanted to photograph the tiny, glistening dewdrops on each slender blade of grass. I am not much of a photographer, though, and my hands shook. The camera’s focus shifted and I lost the shot on which I was focused. Instead, the camera recorded something else, something far better.The following poem attempts to capture an experience that was a lesson to me in seeking the face of God in the little, the vulnerable, and the insignificant. I learned to look for beauty in the simple, the small, and the humble because that is often where God can be found.Today may you also find God in surprising places and faces.
Lessons from the Garden
On a still, quiet morning
in glory soaked,
blades of grass glimmered
in diamonds cloaked.
One dewdrop jewel
on every slender face raised
heavenward and dressed for
morning praise.
“O Lord, open my lips,
and my mouth shall declare
your praise.”
Hold the breeze
in the palm of a hand,
and imprison the holy
by human command.
“Where’s my camera?”
| Beauty eludes me –graces not mine to hold, to see.The soul’s eye perceiveswhat hands trembling flee.Too close, so far,this tantalizing moment giveschase, and reveals a greater truth:humble beauty in pink clover lives. “Notice how the flowers grow…” (Luke 12:27) |  |
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Sister Ann Marie WainrightSister Ann Marie Wainright is a Benedictine Sister of St. Scholastica Monastery in Duluth, Minnesota. Originally from New Orleans, Louisiana, she worked as a CPA for many years before earning dual masters degrees in counseling and pastoral studies. Sister Ann Marie is interested how people encounter God in their daily lives and how they use their faith and spirituality in meeting difficult challenges.See all of Sister Ann Marie’s blogs. |
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