I was surprised by beauty again, today.
Though I did not see you,
nor did I feel the press and warmth of your hand.
You are so very far away.
But the beauty in your voice
and the grace of your spirit
surprised me anew.
I'm not sure why you hold my gaze so.
Except that in a life of tumult and travail,
where no one is certain and nothing lasts,
you seem truer, more constant.
You shine brighter,
piercing the darkness with your spirit.
And surprising me again and again.
I am grateful that here and now I
know you and am known by you.
And in the knowing can be surprised.
And in being surprised, find joy.