Father Simeon Daly, OSB - Finding Grace in the Moment: Stories and other Musings of an Aged Monk



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About Fr. Simeon


Letters of Love
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The postman lost a friend the other day when a little old lady passed away. The mailbag on his shoulder may seem just as heavy, but it’s actually a bit lighter. For, through the years, this gentle little lady stretched her caring concern for others like fingers across the country through little notes of love. Not much on style, her sentences were sometimes incomplete and improperly punctuated, but her tender messages always spoke louder than the words themselves. I know; she was my mother.

Actually, it’s been some time since she scribbled her little notes and sent them around the country. Mother was on the receiving end these past few years. What joy the bread she cast on the waters brought back to her.

Sometimes, she’d ask me to type a poem for her—a nosegay—that she particularly liked and wanted to share with someone. I almost got to know by heart the one I typed up with carbons most often. It was a simple little verse of positive thinking.

On this day… Mend a quarrel,
Search out a forgotten friend.
Dismiss a suspicion,
And replace it with trust.
Write a letter to someone
Who misses you.
Encourage a youth
Who has lost faith.
Keep a promise.
Forget an old grudge.
Examine your demands on others
And vow to reduce them.
Fight for a principle.
Express your gratitude.
Overcome an old fear.
Take two minutes
To appreciate
The beauty of nature.
Tell someone you love him;
Tell him again,
And again,
And again.

So closely does this characterize my memory of her that I want to share it. Maybe it’ll encourage you to begin such a hobby of love. Take up a pen, as my mother so often did, and burden the mailman. You’ll lighten someone’s heart.

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