I saw them walking today, her smaller hand held in his,
His arthritic thumb bent at an angle, yet still firmly and protectively holding onto hers.
She lagged behind a bit, her aged legs unable to hurry-
She seemed content to let him lead as he had undoubtedly done all their lives.
She never even glanced at the road as they crossed,
So used to having him lead well: faith in his competence made her trust him.
What trials had they overcome, what life experiences had they shared,
Stumbling and standing together through life’s journey,
Facing all things together whilst living as one?
In such a simple act, I saw the simplicity of love –
So precious though elusive and seldom found:- they held it in their hearts and hands.
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7