"That night I stood gazing up for hours: the sky was a mammoth canvas painted with stars. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And I realized that this was but a glimpse, a "vestigio" of the Creator." Francis of Assisi

Holding the face of another
the gate to heaven appears.

We remember who we are:
children of God, the song become flesh.

We feel and hear and see the truth.
Jesus touched:
eyes
ears
mouths
Jesus washed feet, he held them and he kissed them.

The miracle of touch;
WE ARE ONE
and in such tender holding
with a gaze so close, so clear
we recognize something so Beautiful that has always been Present.

Now, touched by Beauty and rooted in its desire:
we are to be, to see, to know and to be known as we really are:
children, the Beauty of God.

the song returns, in echoes
the experience is revisited, in memories
and we are ever changed and ever the same

touched
by hands of love
and a fingerprint remains on our heart.