Such Heartbreak

"There but for the grace of God, go I"... based on a quote by John Bradford (circa 1510–1555): "There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford." Tears silently spill from my eyes, falling freely from my heart. They pool within my soul and reflect the hopelessness and desperation etched upon the faces of destitute people begging on the streets. I am abased. Compassion pleads for me to stop and offer them an empathetic hand. But I am weak. Embarrassed, I toss some loose change and walk away. Hunger does not smile on an empty stomach, and the sun does not shine in the shadows. There are no happy endings to life's grim stories; society's rejects exist on scraps of charity and the bitter dregs of indifference offered by the hand of fate. My soul does not dwell in high places... it yearns for the company of urchins living on the streets. The intolerable loneliness and insignificance of their lives have left me overwhelmed and despondent, always on the verge of a tear. And my mood is one of melancholy and disappointment, for I've failed my fellow man, and my conscience shames me into admitting it. sympathetic smiles and a compassionate heart... precious currencies