They call them holy moments…
the unearthly moments, merely seconds, that stop us in our life series and future concentrations.
Like when he grabs you close by surprise, to dance, allowing no time to put a guard up and all you can do is smile shyly and sway to the silence with him.
Or sitting inside a small town church, distracted by a sparkle coming from your left finger, hiding laughter as to how a country boy ever had the money for it at the time.
That ring could have made for an unforgettable hunting adventure, so the sacrifice was great…
That holy moment when a girl’s best friend makes her way to your lap, a gentle comfort in times of trial and you realize it won’t be like this forever, the trial and this comforter.
Or when that human friend with the wild heart and gentle spirit takes a leap and shares a fear, a medical concern that would be easier to lock away than face straight on.
Those holy moments unlike the holy rollers are for the listeners, the ones who can manage the silence long enough to hear what is said in the quiet.
And these moments, they are in reach, always, for all, and they are beautiful.