when she bows

in ojiya city public hall, april 24, 2005

her name is yuri mori. she sings. she sings well. she sings well from the heart. she sings well from the heart in one hour and a half. then she bows. she bows gracefully. she bows gracefully after she sings well from the heart in one hour and a half.

that's all i have known of this beautiful woman from japan. only in one hour and a half. after her voice soars and penetrates even those most calloused of all calloused hearts, after hearing, like a tiny bell, the sound of her songs that wakes up the fallen and moves even the tired hearts, after contemplating the message of her songs, "Jesus loves me, this i know, for the bible tells me so," "fight the unbeatable foe, bear the unbearable sorrow," which moves me on, then she bows. when she bows, she becomes the epitome of everything i long admire. so graceful. so soft. so calm. i feel her fragility when she bows. she does it like a swan swaying in a pond.

but her bow, when she bows, leaves me in awe. it awes me of God's sufficient grace, that no matter how turbulent the world outside, there is always a gracious end of all the beginnings. no matter how good the experience might be, or how worst the show maybe, there is always one graceful bow at the end of it all. after all, when yuri mori bows, she bows at the end of her show.