Being With

I was passing by, pressed and already late. I did not stop to look. I did not ask. I could have turned around to investigate. Going back what could I have done? What task achieve and really make a difference. Then it dawned on me: was it really He strung up there on that hill beyond the fence? who'd called, who might have really needed me. “Brother, it was I, dying there that day. All I needed was for you to come, to be witness to what was done to me, to stay and feel with me the pain and agony. Go and find what it is to be with me in those being hurt and seek to set them free.”