Look Up

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on the cold mountain of tears

the travelers, their backs bent with fears

of today
of tomorrow

of the future.

trembling, slowly,

with heavy,

dull footsteps

made their journey up the mountain.

each clutching their own satchel of sorrow

never turning to see the rays of hope

beaming above them.

oh, if only

they would look up.

just once. 

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yeah, yeah, I'm not a poet.  I know.   But sometimes I like to let words flow in their own way, and see where they travel to.  And in this case, with a little bit of encouragement from a website I can't recall the name of,  I scribbled up this little piece of writing, which is probably not the best, but it came from the heart.


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How many people do we greet and talk to every day?  All around us, wherever we are, there are people we see, befriend, converse with, and accept as part of daily life.  And sometimes, the whole story is just not what meets the eye.   There are people whose lives aren't all put together, and you and me, we are called to reach out to them. That's a serious job.  Yes, sometimes it's hard to reach out to the people around us, and we slink back, telling ourselves someone else will do it.  no.  We need to take the first step.  People need to hear that there is hope for them; a chance for a better tomorrow.  They need to know that there is One who is watching and caring for them, even when it doesn't seem like it.

Let's take the first step, shall we?