A Poem: The Noise of the World View Larger Image How often do we reach for help but turn the other way? Sometimes, the soul must break before giving voice to the cry for help. A Poem: The Noise of the World You came and touched me I looked the other way you called my name but I could not hear above the noise of the world going on around me. You cleared the path for me to follow . . . I tried to take a shorter route . . . You comforted me when at last I stopped to cry . . . help. _______________________ “When the body is in pain, a distorted area of awareness is crying out to the rest of awareness for help.” — Deepak Chopra And always— Be kind. Be brave. Be you. Photo: © Kathryn LeRoy Kathryn LeRoy2023-11-20T13:08:11-06:00 Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterLinkedInPinterestEmail Leave A Comment Cancel replyComment Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.