beauty
there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. she was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart.
it is said that the true nature of being is veiled. the labor of words, the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. the hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a feverish one. in some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one's truth and its attainment more important than life itself. in other lives, though, the search for what is truthful gives life.
i used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies and about the writer's thoughts on the daily scriptural readings. the person who penned the notes would add reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and love