Nov 032018
I hear Jackson Browne sing, “The road is filled with homeless souls.”
How breathtakingly horrific it must be to grab your kids and just start walking. I think how their feet must hurt.
The choice is death or blisters on your feet.
The stunning loss of human dignity in the hopes of survival. I hear the Jackson Browne song as I’m getting ready to go do Saturday errands, “Now everyone must have some thought, that’s gonna pull them through somehow.” And that’s true. But they also need shoes. And food. These homeless souls on a trail of tears with blisters on their feet.
And I wonder if I’ve “left in for others, to be the one who cares?”