Do you see me?
I am the giggly child on the swing requesting “one more push.”
I am the young professional exerting passion and discovering my identity.
I am the single parent, exhausted in grand and hard ways.
I am the one holding a Homeless- Please Help sign.
I wonder, do you see me?
Do you hear me?
I am tree whispers and park squeals.
I am risking questions and vulnerable ideas.
I am counting every penny- clink, clink, clink- as I work and care for you.
I am traffic noise buzzing past, drivers ignoring my plea, their minds churning a million miles a minute.
I wonder, do you hear me?
Do you taste me?
I am milk-soaked cheerios splashing about the table.
I am salads heaped with heirloom tomatoes and blanched carrots.
I am saved-to-splurge burgers, fries, and chocolate shakes with whipped cream.
I am leftovers from their last meal, spoiling in the trash.
I wonder, do you taste me?
Do you smell me?
I am toddler skin, ripe with curiosity and covered in dirt, dress-up clothes, and applesauce.
I am salt air on your lips, in your hair, and on your face as you catch the morning set.
I am the cologne of the one who holds your broken heart.
I am unbathed, hints of urine and odor circling my frame.
I wonder, do you smell me?
Do you touch me?
I am a tug from young eyes with outstretched hounds for a “big squeeze.”
I am a canvas on which you paint, a brush begging images to come alive.
I am a pat-on-the-back from a hard day’s labor.
I am the ground you sleep on, a tattered blanket doing little help.
I wonder, do you touch me?
I wonder, in every sense of the word, do you see, hear, taste, smell, and touch me? Am I welcomed into your circle or scooted to the peripheral? Am I loved unconditionally, listened to, encouraged, and offered compassion?
I wonder if today, you could put yourselves in each of our shoes and choose to experience every sense from our perspective?
And then, once you’ve wrapped your brain around being a child, a young professional, a single parent, and a homeless person, ask yourself this: How would they sense me?
“And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’ – Matthew 25:40