Two strangers speaking on a busy street corner. A winter day.
“I have brothers and sisters in this world that I don’t understand; their lives seem to be about gathering wealth and possessions. Never a word about peace, the poor in the streets, or the injustices of government.”
“If you could ask them anything, what would it be?”
“Where is your heart? Would the stars not shine if you had one less car, one less vacation, and that money went to feed some hungry souls?”
The words hung in the air like dust. People walked past without looking at the speakers. There was the sound of traffic all around.
The conversation seemed to be over then. The two strangers clasped hands and looked into each other’s eyes before parting.
07 Dec 2019