The Beggar…
Time is a blur…,
I’m driving home in rural Africa, nursing a very, very broken heart,
A Greek goddess called Diana is responsible,
I stop at a petrol station,
Suddenly, I became aware of a presence next to me,
I look up, a young African man, with both his hands out, in the traditional African manner, begging,
He’s dishevelled, dirty, poorly dressed,
He’s mumbling to himself incoherently,
Schizophrenic, borderline?
The sight of his plaintive condition, touches me,
Through my numbness, I feel the pain of his existence,
Yet, the sight is so common in this part of the world, I’m about to turn him away when I chance to look into his eyes,
What I see stuns me,
A childlike simplicity and yet, a powerful, burning intensity and on his face, a radiant smile,
The pain of it is too enormous for me to bear,
Through the fog, I wonder if I will ever, in this lifetime, have eyes as soft and beautiful as his,
or if my smile will ever speak with such resignation and humility as his,
A smile that has suffered a million set-backs and humiliations,
I look him in the eyes and say, "Hello, how are you?”
He looks right back at me and says, in a cosmic voice, that I know was not spoken by the young man, "I’m O.K."
In the resonance of that one phrase, was a spiritual message for me, that seemed as if it had forcefully been driven through the locus of all eternity, just for me,
A message that stated:-
“Though things look terribly unfair and painful at times, in the eternity of our evolution everything is fine, even though it is impossible for us mortals to comprehend why that is so.”
Right there and then, I realized I was talking with an angel who had come in the young man’s body to comfort me,
and, right there and then, I loved that young man,
I gave him all the money I had in my pocket at the time,
I was distraught, I felt a great sense of loss, that I could not do more,
I know my few hundred bucks probably did very little for that young man, but it helped me enormously,
It helped me to grieve for the loss of Diana, and for the innocence I lost several decades ago.
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Posted: Nov 2012
Comments (23)
Your story telling is so powerful and compelling that I wonder - could you possibly be a direct descendant of Homer himself? The Prince of all story tellers...
That conjecture aside, this is yet another of your superb writes - you are blessed to have the gift of drawing the reader in and leave us questioning our own humanity - would we or could we act with such depth of charity, not simply the act of giving, but the spirit of the giving and understanding of the human condition?
Regarding Diana - some you win and some you lose, I rather fancy that in the grand scheme of things the loss was rather more hers than yours.
A beautiful story Earl, told in your inimitable style.
Kudos
Bill
I think you have a good few friends on here. I hope I'm ranked as one of them. You have such amazing stories...keep writing my friend.
22 hours ago
Hi EGT i was going to say you had been blessed before i read the whole story an realised you knew you had been ...............this is a wonderful write.....it doesn't take much to see who has an who hasn't ......in all facets of life ......thanks for sharing .........regards n61
Thanks dear fellow poet, your heartfelt comments are like a balm to the heart,
love and light...
21 hours ago
Hi Earl
Your story telling is so powerful and compelling that I wonder - could you possibly be a direct descendant of Homer himself? The Prince of all story tellers...
That conjecture aside, this is yet another of your superb writes - you are blessed to have the gift of drawing the reader in and leave us questioning our own humanity - would we or could we act with such depth of charity, not simply the act of giving, but the spirit of the giving and understanding of the human condition?
Regarding Diana - some you win and some you lose, I rather fancy that in the grand scheme of things the loss was rather more hers than yours.
A beautiful story Earl, told in your inimitable style.
Kudos
Bill
Wow, dear Bill, your gracious and wise comments are like a healing and very encouraging necklace around your soul, we sooo appreciate your presence on this corner!
Through my numbness, I feel the pain of his existence... It is good when one can take a personal loss and transform it, through the soft and beautiful eyes of this stranger, into a growth experience. Nicely told and nicely done.
I brought out my poem I WANT TO STAND WITH YOU.
Thanks for being you. This world shines In kindness and much needed compassion.
Rob
Thu Nov 8, 2012 2:28 PM
Hi EGT,
I think you have a good few friends on here. I hope I'm ranked as one of them. You have such amazing stories...keep writing my friend.
Thanks Macduff, you honor me greatly, I am going thru a strange new phase right now where I'm trying to befriend everything that shows up, even toothache, I love the practice, its taking me into delicious and meaningful altered states, in the light of that would I not be delighted to have you as my friend? you honor me...
I'm delightfully enlightened reading your stories.
Thanks for sharing.
Thu Nov 8, 2012 2:54 PM
Amazing story my friend really enjoyed this one
mcradloff Platteville, Wisconsin USA
Thu Nov 8, 2012 8:40 PM
My first beggar I encountered was in Madison, Wisconsin and the guy wanted ten cents to call his friend and tell him he was celebrating his birthday, I didn't give me a dime. I have mixed feeling on the homeless, part really need the help, part are just exploiting people. Giving the sum you gave is impressive and if it did you and him good then it was worth it to you.
thanks guys for your gracious comments!
much love...
I pray I would meet someone like you if I was ever down on my luck..There for the grace of God go many of us. Your compassion comes through in all you write. Thank you.
Fri Nov 9, 2012 6:09 PM
Dear sir ,you have given a invaluable poem to behold in the highest regard .intense and heart rendering .. Thank YOU EGTEA
Ladybee42 Waterford, Waterford Ireland
Fri Nov 9, 2012 7:01 PM
A lovely write Earlgrey, I think people's eyes can say so much more than words sometimes though it does take someone to stop and look deeply as you did in your narrative.
Thanks so much Morgen and LadyB for your encouragement, it means a lot to me...