What does love look like?


What does love look like?

It has the hands to help others.

It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy.

It has eyes to see misery and want.

It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men.

That is what love looks like.

 – Saint Augustine –


– mei –


in her eyes

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”




“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Then, he put in a call to a Priest .

When the Priest got on the phone, he asked, “Why do women cry so easily?”
Priest said:
“When GOD made the woman she had to be special.

He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
HE gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many
times comes from her children.
HE gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
HE gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her very badly.
HE gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her
from his rib to protect his heart.
HE gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfaltering.
HE gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

life’s evidence

She moves  slow in the crowd
People grumbling about her
why …., what’s the matter?
she doesn’t understand
that she is the barrier

look in the mirror
trying to find wrong
nothing ….but wrinkles and gray hair
shaky hands with appearing veins

re look into the mirror
staring eyes to eyes
try to believe what she saw
but still confusing
“Grandma” a little girl approaching
She looks at her,  smiling with doubt


 again look in the mirror
she just realized, time has changed her
She takes the little girl on her lap
whispered, you are the fact of my life
The evidence of sixty-four year journey of my life


– mei _