Daily Meditation for Nov. 29, 2018

This message is from Spencer Michael Penn, though I am not sure of his family name since it was worn thin from many coffee cups having been placed upon the coaster!

‘Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine.
For shelter is gone
when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
And the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.

Whose hand will we touch today? Who is the one starving for our hand, our visit, our smile or comforting words? Who might have forgotten the song these can bring back to the soul…but which now are scarcely audible if our hand is not touching his, or our voice speaking to her heart?

by Renée Domeier, OSB