Irish Hills

You sit, dejected and moody in a corner, self absorbed and worried. Life has been so “unfair” of late and things definitely aren’t as pristine and perfect as you are told in magazines. Little events have occurred all day long that would irk even the most patient soul; these events are still buzzing around in the air, like noisome gnats.

As a young girl walks by she catches your eye. There is something about her appearance that is very pleasant to the eye. Ah, you lay your finger on it. The first thing that you noticed about her was her face, shining and bright. She sees you watching her and smiles, like a radiant sun beam, like a drop of rain after a thirsty drought, like a twinkle in the sky of the first star appearing. You feel that smile invading your mood and you smile in return.

I know what a pleasant thing a smile is. I have been the girl sitting in the corner and, less often, I have been the girl walking by, looking into some stranger’s face and smiling, happy to have them smile back.

I would like to make it much more often that I have a sweet and beaming look on my face. I find also, that things around me go much smoother with a smile on my face than a nasty looking frown.

Coram Deo! Graciebird