He sat there — all eighty six revolutions of him
displaying the scars of a reincarnation chosen.
I could not be him, though I admired him.
At first, emotions of sorrow and pity ran wild, looking for ways to help — to see him smile.
A little change here, a hot breakfast there,
as if trying to assuage a conscience crying. And that though I had little, it was so much compared to him. So give.
He would always say, thank you ma’am with a toothless grin.
Eyes, a darkened shade of hazel —
warm stare.
He emanated a peace, coming deep from within; he understood that he chose this, it didn’t choose him.
A desire to teach compassion
to persons like me.
I blessed him, his being here
And the life lessons I see.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love
Author’s note:-
I sincerely hope that you understood this piece. Some times we want to believe that we are here to change the world, not knowing that the world is here to change us.
Thanks to Sahil Patel for hosting my poem in Life Line.