Sometimes, life could be very busy that we have no space for anything else,
-like calling up a distant friend to find out how they are doing
-like remembering a dear friend’s birthday or wedding anniversary
-like remembering to make arrangements for the next morning’s breakfast
-like remembering to turn on the Washer
-like remembering to take the children out as earlier promised
-like remembering to get the slides ready for the next day’s Presentation
-like remembering to laugh heartily
-like remembering to study or pray
-like getting a manicure
-like getting the hair done / cut
-like going for a date night with hubby / wifey
-like being romantic
-like getting some more fruits or vegies
-like sparing 2 minutes of our time to help save the ‘world’..
But remembering that some are not having it half as good and tables could turn (like it did when Ebola sneaked into Nigeria) is bound to put everything into perspective. It’s November and countless have gone and are still succumbing to the evil wind blowing across the land.
What really can the (privileged) living do?
Would You Be Their Voice?
Could we pause for a few minutes to savor life?
Look around us and be (a)L.I.F.E.
Rouse ourselves to feel the warmth?
Tilt our head and hear the sounds?
Of thousand fearful whimpers helped along by the wind.
The wind of life bellows with gusto
Giving motion to the very lives around
But why is it deserting their sails?
Look and see their tiny ships cast ashore
Hopeless and forlorn on the sands of time.
Do you still feel the wind?
Ever so busy like a lady bee
Disrespectfully tossing hither and thither
Leaving the fluids of life on the sands
As they forever take their leave of the earthly realm.
Would you be the for them a fresh gust of wind?
A mighty captain from afar come to save?
Would you speak for them?
Would you halt the scourge?
Would you be their voice, today?