etched in my mind today,

the face of a young,

smiling, exuberant Jesus,

offering me a gift,

and I missed him,

for until he had passed I did not see,

I should have knelt at his feet, accepted his grace,

his gift,

a chocolate chip cookie

to be broken on that hillside,

and I missed it….

his face fills my memory,

and he is still smiling,

still full of life and grace,

a grace that is gracious enough

to bless the recognised missing,

still overflowing with goodness,

a goodness that calls me good,

Lord I was blind, yet I am blessed,

help me to see,

help me not to miss you again!