A Glimpse of Humanity

I glanced upon a picture today… a missionary giving water to a young African boy far away, sharing a simple smile, hand reaching out – and I thought to myself, how nice. Then..the clouds parted just enough for sunlight to shine down on me, touching my heart and a miracle occurred – not the kind others see – this miracle happened inside me. I looked again at the picture and saw creation – unity, humanity, love, kindness without thought of race or creed. I saw the face of God… I caught a glimpse of a show today… a young African American woman teaching an Iraqi woman how to read, sharing a simple smile, hand reaching out – and I thought to myself, how nice. Then…the dark sky brightened with enough starlight to shine down on me, touching my heart and a miracle occurred – not the kind others flock to see – this miracle happened inside me. I looked again and saw their souls – unity, humanity, love, kindness without thought of race or creed or gender… I saw the face of God… I took a peek at a webcast today… a group of students from many nations building a home for a poor, Latin family, sharing simple smiles, hands reaching out – and I thought to myself, again, how nice. Then…the smiles turned to laughter joyous enough to shine around me, touching my heart and a miracle occurred – not the news making kind – this miracle happened inside me. I looked again and saw heaven – unity, humanity, love, kindness, without thought of race or creed or gender or wealth… I saw the face of God…smiling, and I knew change was possible.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/18/2015 6:38:00 PM

Rhonda, it was nice seeing Cyndi's "I CAN'T BREATHE, generous list." Hope you enjoyed the showcase of this powerful contest theme, thank you for sharing the message. XOX ~LINDA~

Shadow Hamilton

Date: 4/16/2015 1:20:00 PM

what a pen Rhonda superb congrats on win hugs 7

Brenda Meier-Hans

Date: 12/12/2014 9:07:00 PM

Perfect for this joyful season. We shouldn't give up on people yet.

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 12/12/2014 10:07:00 AM

Aye, hon. Two things with my anthology. A mix in the soup... keeping it real while yes yes we celebrate the hope and joy of the season and a way to gather together poems that dare to speak for change. A VIRTUAL BOOK. ;) Hmmm... a good book? Not "THE" good book, but a good book (I sense in my heart of hearts) all the same. Something moved me to do this and I think it was Spirit, in its wild and loving way. It poked. I listened. xoxox

Ken Jordan

Date: 12/11/2014 12:34:00 PM

Rhonda, Great write!...With all that surrounds Ferguson, and other city's in America, it would help if every police department had a copy of this poem. Stay strong.

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 12/10/2014 9:44:00 PM

Really, really liked this. YES! I needed this one... poets, all writers, see into things, past surface and masks, and it can be painful so often. It hurts, really hurts. But looking into the face of hope? Perhaps, the writer sees this too even clearer, deeper. Love your words and energy. Revitalized me and it's almost 11 here. xox

Leo Larry Amadore

Date: 12/10/2014 8:15:00 PM

A beautiful and uplifting poem...although I'm not one to attribute feats of human kindness to religiosity or omnipotent beings, I do sincerely believe (and hope beyond hope) that loving-kindness and fellow-feeling are universally possible, if only we overcome the obstacles that we ourselves (without the need of any outside assistance) create. Thank you for posting.

Jan Allison

Date: 12/10/2014 4:00:00 PM

i love the imagery, the power of the repeated lines - the hands reaching out to help those less fortunate a brilliant uplifting write - a 7:-) Hugs jan xxx

David Meade

Date: 12/10/2014 3:40:00 PM

Outstanding -- you have a sharp eye to see the hand of God working and his beckoning for us to join. May the miracle you experienced be multiplied and we join to promote change -- loving our neighbor.