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.



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