A couple of encounters with people have impacted me lately. Yesterday April and I walked past a guy begging outside our shopping centre. Another human being but down on his luck. And, then recently I had a conversation with an ex soldier in the middle of our street for two hours. He shared deeply, cried and is still dealing with what he had to do in his service for our country.
This poem emerged from these encounters where I thought about the importance of noticing people. And, realising that there are places where I am poor and broken. We share the same humanity.
Do we listen
And, hear the story
Told in down turned eyes
Fingers clasped around a beggars tin.
Or, find the broken pieces
When war makes humans inhumane
A life crumbles around duty.
Do I listen – Did I see?
Or, do I rush on holding a big empty tin
Filled with nothing – But, it feels heavy
Busy with all I should do
The beggar and the soldier silently speaking to me.