Did You See?

I saw this online tonight whilst surfing after dinner. It made me think.

Did You See 
Did you see the mud-staind, fly-infested man
Babbling quietly by the wall?
Did you see the hardened, youthful menace
Glaring out at the world with hate filled eyes?
Did you see the strungout, poisoned addict
Shaking, pleading for a chemical assist?
Did you see the rail-thin young man
Pleading for a cure, through tear stained eyes?
Did you see the painted, street-corner maniquine
Asking everyone about a “good time”?
Did you see the little boy with bloated belly
Watching the world with empty eyes?
Did you see the pillar of your community
Staring at the forbidden, late into the night?
Did you see …
And just stroll by with irritated eyes?

Carl Wunsch

My legs, my Aunties

i have my Grandmother Manchester’s legs, and I have always disliked them for their size and unwieldy existence. Until I read Sex God by Rob Bell (this second time) and Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott. I highly recommend the two. Not at the same time though – they’re quite intense and powerful, and if you read them together no doubt your head will explode from the implications of their thoughts and writings.

If we’re not content with where we are, what we have, and who we are, we’ll never be comfortable with the creation – life – and we’ll never be comfortable with the Creator of it all. So I thank God for my legs, even if they aren’t as slim, or as tanned, or as lithe, as I’d have liked them to be. They serve me well.