Litnet

Greetings, I am not here to perform neither to tell a story, but to bring a close up, a focus into a farfetched reality that some of us run away from or mask through.
A reality of how we have failed to be compassionate, disposed of grace and fallen into a pit of I, me, mine and myself. What about him or her? What about them?
You wearing that Ecko shirt when you can’t when you can’t even echo the words “I love you” to those around you, what about you wearing Nike why don’t you “just do it” for those that need your help? As for you wearing Adidas would you care to hug that person next to you and say “yes I did this”.
Listen this is for you young woman hiding your brain under those heavy layers of artificial hair using your fake painted beauty to get what you want.
Take of those shades so you can see the world. Kick off those high heels so you can get your head out of the clouds, they are robbing you from seeing what is real down here on earth.
Yes look at him and look at her. Look at them you poverty stricken woman. Look down on them, they can hear those grumbling noises your hungry stomach makes. You may hide behind those artificial hair and clothes, they don’t mean a thing. We know that you are poverty struck.
We know that you are searching for better just like us. We know that you are no better than us.
Yes look at him and look at her. Now look at them. You aren’t any better than them you self-centred creature.
Listen to their cries! Compassion says hold their hands, grace demands you to look at them, love begs you to look at you. Now look to Jesus and look at them. Who are you?