They say that the Eyes are the windows to the soul. Without a spoken word, a brief glimpse shares a synopsis of a stranger’s life story.
The exhausted single mother-sitting alone on the train during the required commute to her place of work. Knowing that her day is just beginning and the refuge of night time is a long way off.
Frantic eyes of another cry out for discernment-will that mistake cost me my job?
The cashier, despite her condescending tone, speaks of loneliness. What may have lead her to such a state?
Squished eyes filled with joyful anticipation as a child sees his parent in the pick-up line. The school day yields to the refuge found in the familiarity and comforts of home.
How often do we speak into these conversations of the eyes? Does the daily agenda dictate glancing at a device that cannot reciprocate?
Have we become consumed with entertainment rather than connection?
One smile; One wave;
While looking into the eyes of those we pass by and may never see again, we speak of value. Despite any words echoing otherwise behind those eyes, one connecting gesture conveys “Your. Life. Matters.” In that moment we are reminded that there is no “we” and “them.”
God’s image is present.
(this is a post written for the Five Minute Friday writing community.)