It’s
wonderful that we can so often be touched by the world around us – touched by
even the smallest flowers or faraway stars in the sky. Of course I’m thinking
here of the non-physical kind of touching, the kind that causes us to say “I
was touched by what he said” or “Her performance was very touching.” We can be touched, in that sense, by the
forlorn look on a face, or by a few beautiful words in a sentence, or simply by
the rise and fall of a grief-stricken friend’s voice. It’s an invisible kind of
touching, like unseen fingers pressing softly on our souls for a few seconds. Recently
I gathered with a group of good friends, and I was deeply touched by their
sorrowful but brave approach to some unfortunate news they had heard about a colleague.
Their sorrow touched me, and so did their courage and wisdom. Their words were
like hands held out to each other in solidarity, and I was touched by their
sense of fellowship. Their thoughts and feelings were not physical, but they filled
the room – and touched me – in an unforgettable way.
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