Compassion II

I am you are that.

I am you and you are That.

I am you receiving the medal in Australia. I am you staying home to take care of your new born baby angel. I am you in Stuttgart, and Brussels, and in Paris. I am you as you savor the wonders of the world.
I am in your buds tasting exotic foods and wines. I am you watching sunset on the Pacific and sunrise over Kilimanjaro. I am you watching the birds in spring, watching the animals come to the river at dawn. I am you saying goodbye to your hosts in Kenya and Peru and China.
I am you proud of your daughter's new job, new creation, new home, new husband. I am you smelling the flowers in the Bellevue and Butchart gardens and the garden cities of the world.
I am in you listening to the summer music on the beaches and parks. I am you swimming with the dolphins in Kona in Hawaii.
I am you sobbing at night, cursing sunrise.
I am you planning to take away your life. I am you ashamed of your body, ashamed of your life, guilty that your grand daughter has been molested. That your son is in prison. I am you unappreciated at work, at church and at home. I am you watching your husband die slowly. I am you mourning mother’s death. I am you afraid of the next attack.
I am you lost in the forest of life without a path to come back home.
I am you.
I am with you in the joy.
I am with you in the despair.
You are not alone.
I am you and you are that.