I’m looking at a custodian sweep The floor with the gliding motions of a dust mop and I haven’t looked up at his face. He has this dismal evocation and if I look up it’ll become too real to me.
Maybe it’s his sad eyes and his slouched stance but watching him brings up some somber questions not just concerning him but a group of people that i wonder about from time to time. The kind of people have the rare virtue of never existing completely except at the opportune moment. Where is this mans place in this world? can his life make a difference in his surroundings? Is he in love or is his relationship everything but that? How many people care about him? Do I ( probably not enough)? Is he enjoying his life? how many others are like this man walking around with stale dispositions?
There’s a death grip somewhere in my gut each time i think how people just seem forgotten in their scenarios. I don’t know anything about this man really but what If he one of the forgotten i’m thinking of? What if a few know his name and what if he goes through the day without having anyone say it? What he’s lost hope and if guadalajara’s jet set dissipation is making it so much harder?
Who’s fault is this?
His
The worlds
Mine
Gods
I know there is hope and that there is one person that has not forgotten him. God is the biggest of dreamers and sees the untapped potential in what seems like a dead a defunct being. He made fishermen into fishers of men. He made a prostitute a world known example of humbleness and surrender. He’s made me whole and special where I’ve felt lacking and typical.
Can I see that in this man, and if not him then maybe the next one. Can I care enough to shed what’s stoic and stagnant do something about a strangers cold despondency. To find as many people as I can and say
I don’t care where you are now or where you’re from. I know God wants you to be a part of his universe sized dynamic. Share this love with me and the world because He knows our names and the thoughts we hold behind them.
as i was leaving my pleather seating arrangement, i made sure to say hi to the man, He countered with a sincere smile (complete with a cigarette sticking out the end of it).that’s when i felt positive that he’d be alright. there’s hope for all those who feel forgotten.
