Sarah, Lovely And Loving

Sarah, lovely and loving, offered her hand, a simple hand, nothing more. If her hand had held flowers, or money, or food, I would smiling have grasped it. Instead it was only her white hand, pulsing with life. Sarah took the moral high ground, and left me sloshing in the swamp, soon to realize the cost of love to those, like her, who give and give beyond the needs of the moment toward some larger goal of kindness, patience and fulfillment for all. But she turns back and sees me floundering. That pure hand is tarnished rescuing me