Strangers...

From a land across the seas – seven they say,
I met strangers who where not strangers at all to me
They spoke from the heart – a language I understood well I thought.
They traveled across to see and learn
To live a life of content-fulfillment
And here I stood in awe of their absolute sincerity
Engulfed by love, consumed by reckless abandonment.
These were rare and few to find
They touched my soul in ways words could never express.

Looking around to find more strangers
I encountered several different breeds
Each a paradox in themselves with little insight into their being
Chasing dreams, cashing in on life
Trying to be happy all at the same time.
Around every corner you would see them
Crossing paths, without a smile to spare.

Each a stranger to me, yet they connected so well.
Mirrored images of the past, present & future maybe
Anger in copious quantities
Hatred in gallons
Revenge on many lips
Forgiveness a fleeting thought
And love almost forgotten.
A scary place it seemed to be
Yet, each stranger so sincere in its being
I couldn’t help but admire it all.

Standing alone, I saw a lot more than I cared to see
Yet grateful to every stranger, who showed the world to me.
Kneeling down, hands lifted in prayer
Eyes closed, I fell asleep for the very first time
And it is there that I still stay, amidst the waking world.
Blessed am I to live amidst strangers.