One of the upsides of using public transportation,
When news around the world is recipe for dark and grim and
sad,
One is blessed to catch more glimpses of the finer angels of
our being,
Seventy may have been the number of her years,
Her legs were tired but her heart was not,
When she saw the older lady who may have been eighty,
With slightly more tired legs,
And more evident scars of the nibbling effects of time,
The younger older lady sprang to her feet quicker than a
running bunny,
Yielding her seat in a celebratory act of some of the finest
moments of our humanity,
It was quiet,
It was powerful,
It was pedantic,
I stood there flushed with pride for sharing in their lofty humanity,
I stood there feeling blessed to have witnessed it,
Privileged for the opportunity to be hopeful,
I sealed it with an effortless smile,
There are still glimmers of hope burning with unquenchable
rigor around the world,
Challenging each and every one of us to stay open to being
those pockets of light,
That give our collective humanity might.
Brussels © October 2014 afesehngwaHilary
