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The Age of Rude ?

She stared through my face as if she never saw me –  stunned, I waited. Maybe there was a mistake. Maybe I was expecting too much, but the woman wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. It was as if I did not exist.

The next day we met again, this time in an auditorium. She talked to everyone else, but not even a nodding good-morning hint at me, as if I weren’t there.  These were new family friends, not even distant relatives, no histories exchanged. No I hadn’t stolen her best dress at school, no I wasn’t an artist rival, nothing. She was a mom like me, a citizen of this same earth, but she wouldn’t look at me.

Its possible she was just tired, or thought I had nothing of use to say to her, or be. Is possible she was having a bad day, is possible she was ill, is possible she didn’t like my face, or hairstyle, or work.

But the question followed me all day and night, it stood there between my mirror and me the next morning, it sat in my toothpaste and hair brush, my shoes and sandwich.

 

This morning, I looked at images from around the world images of waiting….
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What made something as beautiful as a human heart, such a refugee

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I see You

I see You

With eyes of Faith,

thru’ streams of tears in desert we have walked together

miles and miles of land and sea, only You could have led me

only You. Who else could have held on, watched this long , re-created

made all things new

only You my God, only You.

…innerdialects.

pic courtesy Make the World a Better Place

Make the World a Better Place

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Hanging upside from the sky, I…

saw the world :

 

Differently

Difference

Differences

Indifferent

Differ

I

(University of the People)

(University of the People)

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The feet of those who bring good news

 

How beautiful when you choose to walk the water,

to where I live,

every little pathway turns to streets of crystal

webbed with words

of Hope, words that are not mere words,

for today I am standing taller, stronger,

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thank you for your beautiful

beautiful beautiful feet, crossing all those mountains

 

in_solitude

 

of distances…

to where I was, trapt in my webs

not knowing I was visible, anymore.

 

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