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

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