Tuesday, February 07, 2006

A POEM TO REFLECT

*PRESENCE*
by. Sr. Joan Metzner
Some people enter our lives
like deer
slipping in and out
of the woods.
They touched our earth
and as we stop
to look them
they disappear as quietly
as they came.
But you feel blessed
for having experienced
their gentle presence.
And you give thanks
that the world
is a better place
because of the joy
they brought.