A Sunday Reflection

06-30-2013

My world is quiet, peaceful, still, yet somewhere the earth shakes, a life has ended and wounded hearts bleed eternal tears.

I wake to pouring rain, yet the roof over my head keeps me dry.

My abundant stomach growls from a night of fasting, still, my pantry holds food to satisfy my hunger.

A child cries in fear. Another day of abuse.

A gnarled hand reaches out for companionship. No one sees.

Oh, but for the power to dry the tears, hold the hand or shelter the homeless, if but for a day.

I cannot change the world.

I cannot mend the broken, stop the pain or turn the tide.

But for one, small creature, for one ailing heart, might I share a smile of hope for a brighter tomorrow.

Barbara L. Frazier