Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com His eyes were sky blue. They reminded me of the color of my grandfather’s eyes, except his had not been drained of hope, as this man’s seemed to be. The red light did not give us much time to chat, and the temperature registered in negative numbers with the wind …
Apathy
When Jesus said That the love of many Would wax cold. I did not know It would be my heart. I did not know That I could look At human need And just walk away. I did not know That dying souls Looked like hopelessness, And how easy it would be, To turn my face …
His Song in the Night 