Bless

Each of us has a well
that reaches deep into
living water,
from which love flows.
Out of it
we draw a sweet drink,
and share it:
tenderly hold a baby
who cries to be touched,
put arms around a lonely friend,
nestle a seed into fallow soil,
knead a knotted muscle,
sing when a heart is breaking.
At that moment
a touch is a miracle,
a simple meal is a sacrament,
a smile is a benediction.
We are humble, holy creatures,
shining,
when we do ordinary things
to bless,
to bless.

--Timothy Haut, March 21, 2016