When ears won’t hear
I went downtown shopping for designer sheets when someone whispered, “I have no bed.”
I stood at an appliance store comparing prices of microwave ovens when an Ethiopian woman wept, “I have no food.”
I hired a decorator to remodel my kitchen and to add more cupboards when a Cambodian child sobbed, “I have no cup.”
I dreamed of building a getaway place, a cabin in the woods, a country place. Across the water came the cry, “I have no country.”
I bought a new widescreen TV for a loved one’s pleasure when a war orphan murmured, “I have no loved ones.”
May God forgive us when our ears won’t hear and our eyes won’t see the sounds and sights of suffering around us. Amen.