Thursday, June 14, 2018
Hidden Saints––poem by Dorothy
Hidden Saints
I think they are walking among us,
these hidden saints.
Far from the eyes of the world,
they are moving ever deeper
into the realms of spirit,
where angels play
and the world is healed.
You would not know
them if you
met them in the street.
The are the butcher,
the woman mowing her lawn
next door,
the doctor or the nurse who helped you
when you were in need
and your heart cried out.
They do not label themselves
as anything other
than what they appear to be.
The do not have crowds of followers
who bow down
as they sit on a throne
nor do they appear
on magazine covers
nor any screens.
But they are with us,
they have come to minister
to a starved and chaotic world.
You will recognize them
by the kindness that glows
from their eyes, their incredibly
loving faces,
the way they listen.
You will feel lifted up
by their presence
as if you have received a blessing
and you have.
Dorothy Walters
June 14, 2018
