Tonight I discovered that a 7 year old in my childs’ class was recently diagnosed with a severe life limiting illness and has gone downhill so fast, he’s in a wheelchair already. The future is bleak. His daddy was telling me a few days ago on a school trip that they’re off to Disneyland soon. I was going to ask him why the boy was in a wheelchair (he never had been before). I didn’t. I stupidly thought he must have hurt his foot. I’m not sure I’d have found the right words if he’d told me 😦
Tonight I learned that a close friend has been pushed so far to the edge that she’s tried to jump off.
Tomorrow my terminally ill mother-in-law is coming to stay overnight. She’s coming for a hospital appointment to see if her cancer has spread to her eyes.
Tonight I hugged my little boy a little tighter when I tucked him in to bed.
Tonight I cried a river and my heart hurts.
What if we were all see through?
What if we could know how people feel
by looking in?
If we could see an aching heart,
or tormented soul –
would we offer our compassion?
What if our feelings were coloured
and radiated from us?
The rainbow colours flowing out of our pores,
naked for all.
What if we knew those dim and weak colours,
those were the people in need?
What would we do?
Would we offer our compassion then?
I wish I could find out. If we could see what was going on, we’d be better prepared to help. We could listen to them before they’re at the stage of hanging off the edge.