If we are thirsty we get a drink,when we are hungry,we eat.
when we tire,we lay our head to rest.
But... some of us travel beyond our shores,unto a strange land we tread with wearied feet.We know no place to lay our tired bodies,so we walk on..
Who among us has not trod the dreadful desolate ground of this desert,who among us have not asked...A drink?..a drink of water,or have asked for something to eat,pointing at our mouthes in a universal sign of hunger,with tears rolling down our cheeks.
And who among our numbers has not sought rest.where none could be found?
just to lay.. one moment..for just a second to lay down our burdend life,who has not asked at the inn where you were turned away,only the very quietest whisper escapes from your lips,that no one hears.
Who among us has not tread upon the strange shore,not knowing which way to go? where to turn or even what to do.its all a strange and bitter land...
Who will give water to the thirst of a wayward stranger here? To simply stop and give a word of encouragement to the stranger passed by?
Who will stop and bring out the fruit of knowledge and share among us their portion along the way? The simple bread of kindness to fill a persons belly,of the food that warms the soul?
Where is the Good Samaritan today? who would give a shoulder to those who cannot stand alone,while in the strangest of lands,Who would give a cup of encouragement toe the wearied traveler? Where is this singular person of which much is heard of ,whispered of, among the poorest of spirit,like, ..like the smell of rain on the wind,like the sound of a loved one speaking your name,from much beloved lips,of the hope hidden deep sheltered from the winds, whispered of in reverent voice.... Hope,this most simple of words.Carries meaning beyond the simple word.
Who among you here will answer the call when someone cries in the night in fear,in pain?
Who among you here will drop everything,to come to the aid of someone who has fallen by the way,and crys,hands..upraised in supplacation..and bend to pick them up?
Who among you here will weather the storms of anger,The howl of rage..of fear..because of newfound infirmitys?
Who here will give shelter to those outside,asking in a voice devoid of strength,who will leap to put your arm around them and bring them in?
Who will give the fellow traveler a shoulder to lean on when he can travel no more this endless road;to carry his burden,as he would carry yours?
Who here will give me ,this wearied traveler a drink of water? That cup of human kindness ..shared among the strong among us,to the weakest beside us...We fellow travelers on the road in the land of pain we travel in?
I wish words could convey the true meaning behind these words,but I am human,and therefore imperfect..but i ask you look kindly upon them.