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Glimpses of Benevolence

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I glanced upon a picture in the newspaper today…

a Christian missionary providing water to a Muslim village suffering from water scarcity,

,sharing a plain smile, hand reaching out – and I thought to myself, how gracious.

Then..the clouds parted just enough for sunlight to shine down on me

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touching my heart & a miracle occurred, not the kind others see – this miracle happened inside me.

I looked again at the picture & saw creation – unity, humanity, love, kindness without thought of religion or creed.

I saw the face of the Almighty…

I caught a glimpse of a news on television today.

Young male doctors providing free medical aid to poor village women for an entire week,

sharing a plain smile, hand reaching out – and I thought to myself, how courteous.

Then…the dark sky brightened with enough starlight to shine down on me,

touching my heart & a miracle occurred,

not the kind others flock to see – this miracle happened inside me.

I looked again & saw their souls – unity, humanity, love, kindness without thought of gender or greed.

I saw the face of the Almighty…

I took a peek at a webcast today.

A group of students from many cities building homes for poor families destroyed by earthquake,

sharing simple smiles,

hands reaching out – and I thought to myself, how soft-hearted.

Then…the smiles turned to laughter joyous enough to shine around me,

touching my heart & a miracle occurred, not the news making kind – this miracle happened inside me.

I looked again and saw heaven – unity, humanity, love, kindness, without thought of region or wealth.

 I saw the face of the Almighty…smiling, and I knew change was possible. 

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What You See Is Not Me

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You see me smile on the outside.

But that’s all you can see.

What if tears run down my face on the inside?

You hear me laugh on the outside.

But that’s all you can hear.

What if I’m crying out for help on the inside?

You smell the scent I wear everyday on the outside.

But that’s all you can smell.

What if it is the smell of a rotting body on the inside?

You watch me speak fluently on the outside.

But that’s all you can watch.

What if I stammer with words on the inside?

You feel my clear skin on the outside.

But that’s all you can feel.

What if I have hundreds of scars on the inside?

You taste my lips kissing you on the outside.

But that’s all you can taste.

What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?

You witness me facing everything on the outside.

But that’s all you can witness.

What if I am very tired on the inside?

You can tell I’m happy on the outside.

But that’s all you can tell.

What if l I’m dying on the inside?

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