Somewhere between here and there
whilst in the streets with downtrodden and “crazy”
whilst holding the hand of the “dirty” and rejected
walking amongst the immigrants, the refugees, the illegals
when talking to the schizophrenics and jonesing junkies
while sharing bread with the abused, the beaten, the confused
the starving musicians, and emotional artists, the eccentric, the odd the psychics and card readers, the dealers, gangsters, the women of the night………….
I found a rainbow
I fell in love with the rainbow. So many see what they want to see, hear what they want to hear, are convinced by their own voices; why because people are their own gods;
the wrong colour, wrong political affiliation, wrong religion, wrong gender, wrong sexual orientation, wrong spirituality wrong ideas, wrong thoughts, wrong opinions. Who was I to decide any of it was “wrong”. So I absorbed rather than judged……
In that I found compassion, not the compassion I felt for others, but the compassion they extended to me, they taught me empathy, and compassion. They were my teachers.
the love they gave me despite our vast differences, not wrong not right, just different.
They taught me that compassion and listening is how we will change the world.
My wrong and right,
your wrong and right,
their wrong and right
and the greys in between
your beliefs,my beliefs, their beliefs
and all the greys in between
the grey became the rainbow
instead of talking I stopped to listen,
these invisible silent people with stories untold, unheard
these beautiful people whose voices are drowned out
by the screaming and demanding that their voices would only be heard if they joined the choir
the persistence that their voice was only important when they joined the common voice
I heard their solo’s, their arias, and in all that grey I found my teachers and I found the rainbow.© Christie Marie Kruger