Nobody in the hospital
Could tell the age
Of the old woman who
Was called Susanna
Because she had no visitors
I would stop by to see her
But she was always sleeping
One day I was beside her
When she woke up
Opening small dark eyes
Of a surprising clearness
She looked at me and said
You want to know the truth?
I answered Yes
She said it’s something that
My mother told me
There’s not a single inch
Of our whole body
That the Lord does not love
She then went back to sleep.
~Anne Porter from “Susanna”
So many people lie in a hospital bed these days, all alone
and fearful, wondering what could happen next,
waiting for the tide to turn and move them back to the shore
or sweep them out into the arms of their Creator forever.
We tend to forget the love of the One who made us,
including our funny looking feet, our anxieties,
the crooked teeth, the wrinkles, the scars, the split ends —
We see only our imperfections and frailty
when our Creator sees dust made manifest
in His image.
He loves us even when we do not love ourselves,
as we hide our flaws and cover up our vulnerable nakedness.
He loves every inch
because we are His opus,
so He became one of us.
He knew exactly what He was doing
and even now,
in the midst of our loneliness,
He knows exactly what He is doing
with the dust that still swirls around us.