Yesterday I published my first post referencing the ongoing battle between personal censor and self. It felt liberating to tuck the censor away – at least for the time being.
As I was nearing the end of a run yesterday I saw a homeless person. He looked like he was wearing several layers of clothing, he was unshaven, shaky and stumbling, and his eyes had the look of a startled deer when he realized that I saw him. I didn’t smile at him. I ran faster. Then I wondered why. What threat was he to me? Why wasn’t I thinking how I could help him? That incident was the inspiration for today’s post.
Sunday
Today is Sunday
a day of worship for many
a day of rest for others
a day of survival for some…
Getting by, getting through
making it until night
Going through motions
putting on Sunday best
putting on slippers
putting on a garbage bag to stop the rain
Trying to remain invisible, on the sidelines
staying out of sight
There may be laughter
a special dinner to eat
a special book to read
a special spot dug out by a culvert
Crawling in, passing time
numb to all around
Today is Sunday
What do you see?
The gift of a life to live
There are others
all around
Wishing for the same, wishing for change
giving up the fight
Open our eyes
see the homeless
see the downtrodden
see a reflection of life on the edge
Someone’s brother, someone’s sister
mother, father, son or daughter; a friend
We are they
They are us
and cannot remain in the shadows
They are worthy of the fight
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