Yesterday, I was reminded of an acronym (KISS) Keep It Simple Stupid, and was pierced by the challenge.
I received such a lingering “kiss” as the life of a 93-year-old woman was celebrated on Saturday by her family and friends. A woman who passed on and away. She passed on her stories from her momma and her mamma’s momma. She passed away with her son by her side and her cat curled up at her feet.
She played the piano with a keen ear and loving hands. The same ear that heard the unspoken desires of her family and the hands that moved to fulfill them.
Her marked up bible was given to her grandson and her faith, like her music was given to those who had ears to hear.
I recall that in her son’s home, there is a little book with the words to the song, “Simple Gifts“. I hear the unspoken wisdom of his mother in the lyrics and the melody.
Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free’
Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain’d
To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come ’round right.