The Pin

The Pin There is a pretty lady, She comes to church on Sunday. I see her every week. She is beautiful. Not speaking of how old or young, not saying anything… I am reflecting on the sweetness of life. She wears a pin on her blouse It is a tiny treasure. Sometimes it is a flower, a bird, a picture, a motif in three “D”. (3D) A story, with colors and reflections, shades of everyday, a mirror of life… turned to daydream(s) in the hands of artisans. She is an angel lady, because of the way she smiles. I have never seen her sad, and I know that is not possible. It gives me hope and cheers my days, In ways she will never know… That makes God smile!