A smiling face, or gentle touch,
Often dispels the darkness surrounding me,
Christ healing presence expressed in the simplest gestures.
We are Christ to each other,
Humble vessels used by the divine,
Icons of the transcendent, channels of infinite love.
The world a sacrament,
The Holy in the most humble places.
Christ walked the earth,
Our temple the ground we walk on,
Those around us the sanctuary.
To see and experience that grace before us,
Is the only path to the freedom that love offers.