Reading by Liz Helgesen (Download file)
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
Danusha Laméris is Poet Laureate emeritus of Santa Cruz County, California. Her poem above went viral in the pandemic, and inspired a follow-on collaborative poem by 1300 teenagers from around the world.
SEED QUESTIONS FOR REFLECTION: How do you relate to the notion that the small everyday kindness we express and receive could be the true dwelling of the holy? Can you share a personal story of a time you felt blessed by a small kindness? What helps you remember kindness in a brief moment of exchange?