Quiet beauty

The pastor asked us to stand, and it was then that I saw her. Snow white hair, more wrinkles than I can count, severely stooped over. This was not some slight hunch, we're talking close to 90 degrees. She really didn't have to stand up. No one would have chastised the elderly woman for singing while seated. But there she was singing along and stooped over - held up by the elderly man next to her. It was the kind of simple, beautiful scene that brings tears to your eyes suddenly.