He sat outside the grocery store, his head perched on a body that wanted to sag to the ground, but didn’t. Sitting on the cement curb was bad enough. He was tired and had all but given up.
I smiled at him when we went in. My daughter waved and gave him one of her heartfelt smiles. He half-smiled back with a longing, an aching for her joy to find his heart, too.
He didn’t leave me as I walked the aisles. And even though he didn’t ask for anything, didn't hold any sign, I saw the need in his eyes. His heart, it begged for care. Oh, did it ever.
What would he like? A candy bar? A banana? A magazine? What might give him a real smile?
I pushed the grocery cart out the door, his gifts in one hand. Would he still be there? Would he have caught his ride or walked to another, more friendly place?
“For you,” I said as I leaned down to give him a pad of paper and a sparkly pen, "because you're beautiful and have something to say."
He looked at the gifts, then looked up at me and at my smiling daughter, as if to see whether we were genuine. Our eyes confirmed the truth.
The three of us smiled,
Then, and for the rest of the day...
* * *
the sound of rain-swoosh beneath your tires,
the feel of a round, smooth rock as it leaves your hands to skip across the water...
as it plinks,
Because of you.
How will you make your week come alive? What new things will you dare to feel deeply?
Will you let the baby's belly laugh reach your belly, too?
Can you dare to let the stranger's smile touch your heart?
And the sadness, too.
Will you dare to help when you see the need
or will you turn away
to let them fight their beasts alone?
How will you transform a nameless week into a week of memorable beauty?
If you dare to be affected, new eyes grow in your heart,
gentler senses that before were ignored
come out of hiding
because now they are heard.
And a new chapter of magic
is invited to begin.
Dare with me?
My hand is here waiting for yours....whenever you're ready...