What do you see?
A child crying in need?
A beggar bent on her knees?
Or is it a question of peculiarities,
Of societies, that bond and move like a collective of bees,
SYNCHRONICITY?
It can't be, that I alone can be seen,
by my God who makes life WHAT WORKS.
But I, am I blind?
Am I chained to my limit of space and of time,
How much more can I wait for the ANSWER?
"To each one, his own," said the man in his suit
as he stepped over vagrants on Yonge.
But I still have to ask "Why live in ignorance? There is still much more work to be done..."
Do you know the truth, or am I just a fool, stepping outside my shell of knowledge?"
Then, there by my side, such a whisper obliged, that I stepped back and looked at the world,
So alone in my tracks with the cards full of facts
That I KNEW there was more than just PROOF.
For there, I had seen, that day on my knees, that the WHISPER was what held
each hand,
each tear,
each hope,
each fear,
It was why we live in "constant want", for our nature was sure to reject...
Just a simple, sweet song, of love deep and strong
In the plea to have FAITH and REFLECT.
By: Cynthia Kao
