on the church steps

why are we here?

i can so easily stay idle in my cozy little room.

sit around in this nook & remain content with myself.

dream my life away while the rest of the world continues to suffer,
and then become overwhelmed the moment I step outside,
appalled by the litter parading the sidewalk,
observing the other people who are on their way to nothing

n o t h i n g t h a t f e e l s l i k e s o m e t h i n g .

are they not, in a way, being idle, too?

i must remind myself, as i gaze upon these draping faces, that in them, is God.

e v e r y O n e.

and the piece of God that desperately hopes to embody me
begs to love each of them,

to step out of my small corner and offer

my company,
my ear,
my shoulder,
my heart.

i will never comprehend this world,

each body moving along the grid,

but i must reach out my hand.