Beauty feels always like a thin place to me where things within and without touch and shimmer with depth and symmetry and meaning. This week, beauty arrived in my work as a chaplain giving witness to the tender, patient, love-filled ministrations of a husband gently caring for his wife ill with dementia. I arrived at their home just as he was in the midst of changing her because she had soiled herself. Listening to her weep in her frustration and powerlessness, telling him she wanted to die in her humiliation ~ hearing him quietly offer her words of love and reassurance, gently holding her through this ordinary occurrence in her decline. And knowing that this is not the first, nor the last time. This is just a moment where they are both seen with the eyes of my heart. Eyes that see her as he does ~as his precious beloved – beauty incarnate in the daily life of her ongoing diminishment. Eyes that see him as she does ~ her precious beloved whom she fully trusts to love her and hold through her struggles, fears and desolation. There is beauty in giving witness to this wholly/holy human moment, rich with love’s sacred meaning. And so, I find a way to gently share with them the beauty that I see with the eyes of my heart as I companion them on their journey. And, I see the tender way they look anew upon each other with great and growing love. And, I watch as they hear with the eyes of their hearts what I give witness to with my humble words. And somehow, we reflect and mirror G*d’s loving presence in this exchange . A presence that enters the world in relationship with all of creation shimmering with beauty and sacredness. Let those with eyes see! Let those with ears hear!