I was There

I saw you.

I saw you silent on that corner, mocked, defiled and hated.

I saw you in pain and wanting to feel love, but scorn comes instead.

I saw you tattooed and like the others, I judged you.

 

You were there seating on that stone alone.

Feeling the coldness of the stone as cold as the people’s tone.

You were alone with the stone confused clueless of the world you’re thrown.

Your body speaks of everything, “why am I here?”

 

I walked and pass you by two times.

I know, I was in doubt, hesitant, in fear and biased.

It may be a typical reaction or just a cultural biased to a young tattooed man.

Maybe I was scared of facing my own fears and struggles that I see in you.

Maybe I was alone just as you do.

 

I saw you, and you mirrored my own reflection.

You as I am are clueless of the ground I am to grow.

Saying “Hello” is a step of recognizing I am in pain as in you.

I know, it is not easy to be anew.

 

I was there to talk and listen to you.

I was there when you were confused and don’t know where you’re heading to.

I was there to let you know you’re just as important as others do.

I was there to let you feel worthy of love too.

 

You were there and shared your life.

You were there in that middle of the cold day high.

You were there to let me hear God speaking thru your life.

 

You and I were there in the presence of God who unfathomably loved us.

 

 

(Background: This is a product of my reflection in my ministry to the poor and marginalized in the society.)