Enjoying the View

There were these people that had made such a massive impact on my life sat around the room.

Engaging in conversation with each other, some looking at each other. Animated faces contorted or relaxed, some earnest in conversation, others attentive in listening, some raucously laughing at a quip. It was a beautiful thing to behold. At the time I was reminded that moments like this are not to be taken for granted. A word came in to say that there is no guarantee that I would ever see a scene like this again.

I savoured the scene. Observing this and taking it in was better than tucking into a good meal. It was so good seeing people full of joy and eager to share life with each other. That was before we got round to beginning to talk as a group. When that happened it was even more beautiful because those fragments of individual conversations now fed into the bigger picture and we could all appreciate what was being shared by each other.

There was no need for a director. The flow was natural, the sharing was great without obligation. People offered and others engaged with what was shared. No one dominated the conversation and there was a great deal of considering the other person rather than insisting on getting a point across. To a large degree I didn’t want something this beautiful to end.

Saying something was not essential for me at all. I would hear a wonderful exchange between some of those in the room and would smile shaking my head wondering what on earth did I do to partake in something so magnificent.

When asked about why I kept my thoughts to a minimum, I would offer a broad smile and reply,

“I’m just enjoying the view.”

(Photo by Liana Young on Unsplash)

For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

C. L. J. Dryden