Good morning…
“Our hands imbibe like roots,” says St. Francis of Assisi, “so I place them on what is beautiful in this world. And I fold them in prayer, and they draw from the heaven’s light.”
Imbibe. I love this wildly thirsty word.
1. To drink; gulp down.
2. To absorb; soak up.
3. To receive into the mind; assimilate.
4. To permeate; saturate.
For one week each year, our bushes out front turn this gorgeous salmon color. After the pollen has passed, these blooms pop like corn kernels. This morning, I reach out to cradle a heavenly handful. I soak up. I gulp down. I assimilate God’s gorgeous gift.
During this hard Holy Week, which involves sorrowful suffering for way too many of us, our feet are destined to follow the suffering steps of Jesus. With our humble hands “imbibing like roots”, might we drink up, feel saturated, be permeated by the light of our Lord as we walk through this dark world?
He is ever present with me; at all times He goes before me. I will not live in fear or abandon my calling because He stands at my right hand (Psalm 16:8, VOICE). “The whole body … imbibes delight through every pore” writes Henry David Thoreau.
Resting in prayer with all that we touch, might healing light bloom from our fingertips to gently transform our aching world?
…Sue…
