Sharper Eyes in His Head Than Ours
“Joseph, Mary, pray for Dismas. Thou knowest he was feckless and fat. He was foolish as well and a thief. Lazy he was, making gruff Gestas a handmaid to pick things up if he dropped them and help him over ice if there was ice. But Gestas found something dear in him, it seems. Maybe Gestas had sharper eyes in his head than ours.
Maybe the best Dismas ever did with all his years of monkery was win the heart of his friend. Maybe the best Gestas ever did was lose his heart to Dismas.
Forgive the one. Comfort and succor the other.
Gestas is nearer Hell now than ever he was at its very shores. He sits in the bilges with his brown bald head in his hands.
Have mercy on the pair of them. And on us all. Amen.”
[Frederick Buechner, Brendan, 122]
2 Notes/ Hide
-
preciseandtowering posted this
