There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart.

    It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor of words, the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. The hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a feverish one. In some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one's truth and its attainment more important than life itself. In other lives, though, the search for what is truthful gives life.

    I used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies and about the writer's thoughts on the daily scriptural readings. The person who penned the notes would add reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and loved. The notes fascinated me. Here was someone immersed in a search for truth and beauty. Words had been treasured, words that were beautiful. And I felt as if the words somehow delighted in being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as yet anonymous writer of the notes. And now this person was in turn learning the secret of sharing them. Beauty so shines when given away. The only truth that exists is, in that sense, free.

    It was a long time before I met the author of the notes.

    One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was "the woman who said she left all the notes." When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred her face.

    We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.

    As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.

    We spoke of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.

    I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply.

    Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.

    How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care--maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.

    The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they befriended her, and showed her what is real.

    她有著一種與外表無(wú)關(guān)的靈氣和美麗。她的話語(yǔ)輕而易舉地征服了人心，她正是我們要聆聽的聲音。

    很多人都說(shuō)人生的真諦是個(gè)未知的概念。言詞的費(fèi)力詮釋、藝術(shù)的著力表現(xiàn)還有人類那似乎永無(wú)休止的紛繁思考，三者都苦苦追尋人生的真諦。希望走近以至完全把握存在的真意可以令人十分狂熱。有時(shí)候，有些人以自己篤信的真理為志趣，追尋真理甚于保全生命，于是就有舍生取義之舉。然而，也有另外的一種人生，他們?cè)趯で笳嬷B的過(guò)程中灌溉生命。

    過(guò)去，我常常在教堂的心意籃里面發(fā)現(xiàn)一些優(yōu)美的小短文，有些是關(guān)于我的布道，有些是作者日常讀《圣經(jīng)》的感想。寫這些短文的人不僅對(duì)我的一些觀點(diǎn)加以反思，同時(shí)還會(huì)引用一些他/她曾經(jīng)讀過(guò)的，令他/她難忘又喜愛的詩(shī)人或者神秘主義者的話。我給這些短文迷住了。我看到了一個(gè)執(zhí)著于追尋真與美的人。其珍而重之的字句，優(yōu)美動(dòng)人。我還感覺到好像那些字句也樂于讓我們發(fā)現(xiàn)，它們是那么毫無(wú)保留地，慷慨地為這無(wú)名氏作者借用，而現(xiàn)在輪到這位無(wú)名氏來(lái)學(xué)習(xí)與人分享這些美文的奧秘。分享令美愈加閃耀生輝，在這個(gè)意義上說(shuō)，其實(shí)世上唯一的真理是分毫不費(fèi)的。#p#分頁(yè)標(biāo)題#e#

    過(guò)了很久我才見到這些短文的作者。

    一個(gè)星期天早上，我被告知有人正在辦公室等我。幫我應(yīng)門的年輕人說(shuō)“是個(gè)女人，說(shuō)留言是她放的。”看見她的時(shí)候我大吃一驚，因?yàn)槲荫R上就認(rèn)出她是我的教區(qū)信徒，只是我一直不知道那些短文是她寫的。她坐在辦公室的一張椅子上，兩手相扣擱在大腿上，低垂著頭。在抬頭看我的時(shí)候，她微笑起來(lái)卻十分費(fèi)勁。那是一張破了相的臉，外科手術(shù)使她的臉皮繃得緊緊的，笑對(duì)她來(lái)說(shuō)也是很困難的。為了去除臉上礙眼的肉瘤她接受了手術(shù)治療，這令她吃盡苦頭。

    那個(gè)星期天早上我們聊了一會(huì)兒，并決定那個(gè)星期再找個(gè)時(shí)間一起吃頓午飯。

    后來(lái)我們不止吃了一頓午飯，而是好幾頓。每次一起吃飯的時(shí)候她都戴著帽子。我想可能是她接受的某種治療使她掉了不少頭發(fā)。我們分享了各自生活中的點(diǎn)點(diǎn)滴滴。我跟她講我讀書和成長(zhǎng)的故事。她告訴我她在一家保險(xiǎn)公司里已經(jīng)工作多年了。她從來(lái)沒有提過(guò)自己的家庭，我也沒有問(wèn)。

    我們還談到大家都讀過(guò)的作家作品，不難發(fā)現(xiàn)她非常喜歡看書。
    
    這些年我經(jīng)常想起她，在這個(gè)以外表、地位和財(cái)富等虛名浮利掛帥的社會(huì)中她是怎樣一路挺過(guò)來(lái)的呢？毀掉的容顏使她怎么也無(wú)法變得耀眼迷人。我知道這深深地刺痛著她。

    如果她長(zhǎng)得漂亮，她的生命軌跡會(huì)不會(huì)有所不同呢？有可能。不過(guò)她有種獨(dú)特的靈氣和美，與外表完全無(wú)關(guān)。她的話輕而易舉地征服了人心，她正是我們要聆聽的聲音。她的雋語(yǔ)出于一顆受過(guò)傷卻充滿愛的心，就像所有人的心一樣，只不過(guò)她比別人更注重對(duì)自己心靈的關(guān)注、用心去體會(huì)生活并從中學(xué)習(xí)。她擁有一種細(xì)膩的美感。她生命里唯一的恐懼就是失去朋友。

    我們究竟要花多長(zhǎng)時(shí)間才能達(dá)到如此高度的成熟？能否最終達(dá)到還是個(gè)未知數(shù)呢。我們老覺得身心疲憊，懷才不遇，只顧為眼前的不足憂心忡忡，卻忘了珍視一些歷久常新的東西。友誼珍貴而美好，只需我們用心呵護(hù)，有時(shí)候簡(jiǎn)簡(jiǎn)單單的表示就已經(jīng)足夠了，譬如偶爾寫幾句話給朋友，或者在籃子里投入一些優(yōu)美動(dòng)人的字條，以期大家都能分享，記住美妙的時(shí)刻、美好的感覺。

    她生命的真諦就是要透過(guò)事物的表面一睹其真正的本質(zhì)。她發(fā)現(xiàn)了美和上帝的慈愛，而美和慈愛也待她如友，把生命的真諦呈現(xiàn)給她。