perspective shift (I am so blessed!)

I crossed the street to the truck

in the back of the cab a young girl lies there

covered in a blanket

half sleeping half awake

she is homeless

her mother has died

she doesn't know her father

is she my age?

she could be

but she looks so old

so beaten down

and I ask

if I can touch her shoulder as I pray

and I immediately feel connected in our pain

in our commonalities

compassion bridges gaps

of lifestyle or circumstance

and I cry

as God gives me the words

to comfort this girl

and I walk back across the street

and acknowledge her guardian

a man with a heart of gold

who has took her in

and as I share our moment with him

we both tear up

we both understand.

~C