My dear Chrissie
My dear Chrissie
She sits and stares out of the window. She does not talk much. It is clear to me that there is a deep conversation going on in her mind.
After days of quiet contemplation and getting to know me, the conversation starts to flow.
She has a beautiful way of explaining the harsher realities that life has bestowed upon her. No hate, no regret, no jealousy, no bitterness but a loving longing for peacefulness.
She looks at me and quietly says: you are too young too be this wise. What has life shown you. I can simply say- which life and smile.
She turns to me and says: It's not that I fear death, but I wish someone told me that this "God's waiting room" would be so tremendously painful. Physically and emotionally.
Before I leave the room, she gently takes my hand and says -thank you. I feel overwhelmed with emotion for I understand the full extent of her sincerity.
For it is when we learn that the void does not have to be filled with words that we truly learn the importance of compassion.
She sits and stares out of the window. She does not talk much. It is clear to me that there is a deep conversation going on in her mind.
After days of quiet contemplation and getting to know me, the conversation starts to flow.
She has a beautiful way of explaining the harsher realities that life has bestowed upon her. No hate, no regret, no jealousy, no bitterness but a loving longing for peacefulness.
She looks at me and quietly says: you are too young too be this wise. What has life shown you. I can simply say- which life and smile.
She turns to me and says: It's not that I fear death, but I wish someone told me that this "God's waiting room" would be so tremendously painful. Physically and emotionally.
Before I leave the room, she gently takes my hand and says -thank you. I feel overwhelmed with emotion for I understand the full extent of her sincerity.
For it is when we learn that the void does not have to be filled with words that we truly learn the importance of compassion.
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