Tuesday, May 13, 2008

tender moment

One day I was looking at a man with a disability.
In his hand he held a tiny wounded bird.
He had made his hand into a little nest,
neither so open that the bird would fall out,
nor so closed that it would be crushed.
The nest was a reassuring place in which the bird could grow
so as to fly one day to freedom.
A mother's arms are a nest for a child,
not to possess or imprison him,
but to give him security
so that one day he can fly away.
Tenderness is like this. .

- Jean Vanier

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