I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Compassion is hard
“Let us not underestimate how hard it is to be
compassionate. Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to
go with others to place where they are weak, vulnerable, lonely, and broken.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen
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that face haunts me
etched with pain
dried and wrinkled
from too much booze
and too many nights on the streets
that face haunts me
angry and entrenched
with eyes that burn
that face haunts me
confused and afraid
eyes darting
seeking a love no longer here
we see the faces
and hear the words of pain and anguish
it is palpable
that pain
written in their bodies
and we so do not want to go there
into that place
into that pain or anguish
we do not want to join
our brother or sister there
yet we cannot heal from affair
we can not transform
without touch
compassion is hard
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