Life—The Anticipation of Something Better

Life—the anticipation of something better, a child runs, wind, smiles, eyes, trust, love—it ends. Even if you catch it you must one day let it go again. The riches we have are so great I cannot think on them too much or their gravity consumes me. Which of my children could I lose and yet remain alive? But to hold riches as these so tightly brings only fear. No. They must be enjoyed as air—breath that comes in and goes out. And if it comes in again let it go with a prayer of thanks. These gifts so immense and myself so small—I cannot look into his eyes because I am undeserving. I am not big enough or strong enough to contain life when I catch him. Oh God, I am speechless; when you look at me I cannot look back. Give me the strength to endure your presence.

—reh