I was invisible.
Sitting there on top of the water tower, observing the activities below.
She walked slowly through the rows of corn and beans. Stepping carefully, pulling a weed here and there, bending down, inspecting. She seemed older than she probably was. But what had she seen in her few years on earth? She's not a model. She's a living, breathing, loving, sinning, dying human being. Just going about her own business.
She walks to the edge of the field. Just a nondescript field somewhere in Africa. She calls something to the little boy across the way and pauses to watch the men building a house nearby. She leans against a concrete post; watching, thinking, breathing.
I trip the shutter. Quietly. Humbly. She doesn't know I'm watching, and it feels as if I'm intruding... stealing a piece of her soul. Oh the power of human expression.
What kind of life does she lead... and do we care?
And the lord said unto the servant, Go out into the highways and hedges,
and constrain them to come in, that my house may be filled.
Luke 14:23
Jesus cares, we should care. And now I care.
ReplyDeleteWe all are "living, breathing, loving, sinning, dying human beings," if that doesn't give you pause I don't know what will.
Wonderful piece.
~beautiful and poignant~
ReplyDeleteyou are such a sweet and caring soul.
may we look at everyone that we see and consider their life path.
chas
This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI cried.
There are so many people just like this...we have to keep trying.
May we see each stranger though his eyes. We have to push forward and be HIS hands. You have a lovely blog here. This Ozarks farm chick is just tickled she popped in for a visit.
ReplyDeleteAs we say here in the hills and hollers, Ya'll have a wonderfully blessed day!!!
Beautiful picture, beautiful post.
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