Worship
To Mandy, a friend long known but shortly cared for. Worshipping with you has been a great blessing, and one I will not soon forget.
Worship stands out in a crowd without speaking a word. She is graceful yet intensely passionate, and even those who are offended by her peace of spirit are drawn to it, because the truth that she witnesses is impossible to ignore. Her laugh is not simply one of mirth, but of complete and boundless joy. It echoes in my memory, not as a clanging cymbal, but as a soft and gentle voice, pleading for others to know the same happiness. It is impossible to resist, but as I remind myself, who would want to? When I see Worship, I long to hear her laugh, because then I do as well.
Worship does not wear a suit. She does not draw attention to herself with flashy clothes or a lack of them, nor does she wear anything, inside or out, to appear imposing or intimidating. She is clothed simply with what is given to her, and it is that, especially with regard to her spirit, that makes her beauty shine through. I have heard some call her simple, for she can seem oblivious of the harshness of the world she lives in. Still others call her detached, not caring for the world to which she was born. But I know better. Worship both knows and cares for the place of which she is a steward, but greater than either her knowledge or care is her acceptance that the one who placed her here will take care of all things. It is this connection with her God that eclipses all else in her being. She achieves oneness with her Creator, and when I see her I am reminded that there can be no improvement from it.
There used to be great distance between Worship and I. I can remember a time that she barely spoke to me, when we were barely acquaintances, but now she is someone I look forward to meeting. I will do whatever I can to meet her as often as possible. Often, standing next to her, drawn by the beauty that I cannot help but see, I will glance sideways at her, and her eyes are always closed, heart lifted in praise. I suspect that if she noticed my gaze, she would laugh, which would give me great joy. Instead, though, I will follow her lead, and close my eyes too. If I am lucky, we might just get to Worship together.
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