I almost missed you…
I was like everyone else on their morning commute, eyes on the road, thoughts on the day, ears on my kid’s voices…
And then I saw you…
And my heart ached.
Hair–matted and filthy, skin–almost blackened by the sun’s rays, bones–visible through your taut skin…
Barely dressed, hunched over–touching your hair, maybe muttering…but I couldn’t see your face.
Your mind, likely tortured, likely empty, separating you from the people you know and the world around you…
Where were you born? Who is your family? What brought you to this place–where you sit, like a lonely piece of discarded trash.
I know you came from somewhere.
I know you have a name, but maybe you don’t know it.
I know you have a Creator, and He knows your name.
I don’t know how to reach out or what to do, and my heart bleeds and aches for those who are just like you—around the world.
Those who are discarded—they are everywhere if we look and see.
I see you….
sharonbernhardt 