Thank you, Lord

Thank you , Lord,

for everything I do not see:

for wires and pipes

that hide within the walls,

for those who put them there

so long ago to serve.

And thank you, too,

for people passing by

who nod or smile,

but, I regret to say,

escape me unaware.

For every unseen hand

that washes, cooks, or cleans,

and every single kindness

so simply offered

that it passes me without a word

to mark its wide humanity.

For my oblivious culpability

I honestly ask some pardon

and give this thanks again

for everything I do not see.

-- Fr. Harry Hagan, O.S.B.

from Thirsting for God: Prayers from a Monastery