If I ran too far away…Would the thoughts continue to haunt me? Have I done enough? Have there been changes due to my recourse?
There is always a loss for me…When avoiding those with less than I!
A young woman! Do I question how she began her turmoil? Eight months pregnant! No more than twenty years old! Looking for money. Looking to get back home! Is it a fable? Her story laden with the same old…same old! Young, strung out, pregnant…
I shook her hand and walked away. Not before, offering her advice about a local church group familiar with persons in her situation.
Could I have done more?
How harsh the lack of wind?
Nothing but damp hands…
Nomads clinging to all the sins.
Cattle circling ’round a cynical funeral pyre.
And, I am nothing but the biggest critic.
A hoarding heifer on two hoofs.
Living a meaningless mile between home…
And, life without a roof.
Sometimes I nod in the direction to those less preferred by nature.
seases with medicin only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for a little love. The poverty in the West is a different kind of poverty — it is not only a poverty of loneliness but also of spirituality. There’s a hunger for love, as there is a hunger for God.”― Mother Teresa, A Simple Path: Mother Teresa
Sitting and thinking of what can be done? No different than pulling a shade to a knife fight in the street. Turning a back to a homeless person with a hand out. Seeing that change is needed and responding with…
“It is remarkable, that persons who speculate the most boldly often conform with the most perfect quietude to the external regulations of society. The thoughts alone suffice them, without investing itself in the flesh and blood of action.”
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