Most every Tuesday, I wake early to serve at Solomon House, a mission of my church and a food bank. My self-appointed job is to find the clients’ names on a printed spreadsheet, check their IDs, and have them sign. During this process, I say good morning, how are you today, and have a great day. And most times they say these same greetings to me. I feel blessed by their presence, their love, and this small way to be a blessing to someone else.
There are places where
buttercups bloom
unattended
no one cares
or notices.They bloom anyway.
There are people
nobody sees
walking alone on the street
clothes in need of cleaning
backs aching from failure.The news speaks for itself
but I can help.My hands are warm and kind;
they reach for you.My mind is clear and focused;
I think of you.My shoulder is light and flexible;
I can carry your burden.I see buttercups.
I see you.
–Margaret Simon
Reflections on the Teche 