Big Brown Eyes

I wrote this many years ago, and have come across it again. I have decided to share it, hope you enjoy it.

Big Brown Eyes

As I walk the dirt streets of Uganda I feel a little hand grab mine and there are unspoken words as his big brown eyes stare up into mine with a sleek smile. I know that in my unspoken words that child is receiving my love, my safeness and my comfort. The moment seems to last forever, as the child leaves smiling and waving, I realize that’s that child is bringing me into his world of poverty, hurt, abuse, hunger and loneliness, yet he has a firm belief in the lord, and love for everyone he sees. I am feeling their feelings so desperately, and I want to help, but I know there is no way. For those few unspoken moments I know that boy is safe. I am crying like I have never cried before, yet I shed no tears.

Back home in Canada I walk down the dirty streets thinking life here will be better. Yet as I feel a little native boy’s handclasp onto mine as I walk through the ghetto, and his big brown eyes stare up at me. This time there is not sleek smile; only a look of lostness and fear. I feel in my heart the abuse, the loneliness and the pain this child, like so many others, are surrounded by. As I walk those few unspoken moments with this little hand in mine I pray to the Lord above to pour out my love, my acceptance, and my peace onto this child, while screaming a prayer to God to help, knowing that I cannot. As the child runs off to play I know for those few unspoken moments that boy is safe. I am crying like I have never cried before yet I shed no tears.

As I sit on the bus I take a look around, my eyes set on a teenage boy who is trying desperately to escape this world. He stares at me with his big brown eyes, and a tough, stern solid mouth for only a few moments, and I feel his lost-ness, his brokenness, and his fear pour out of him and into me. For those few unspoken moments I scream to the Lord to pour out my comfort, my safeness to this boy, desperately wanting to help; knowing that I cannot. As that boy looks down at his I-Pod I know that for those few unspoken moments that boy is safe. I am crying like I have never cried before, yet I shed no tears

As I step off the bus and onto the sidewalk I see that same boy knock a bag of groceries out an elderly woman’s arm. I walk over to her to offer my help. As I hand her a head of lettuce her big brown eyes connect with mine. And for those few unspoken moments I can feel the loss of her loved one, betrayal of the wars, and confusion of the immigration process pour out of her and into me. I am screaming to the lord to help this woman feel the love, the peace, and safeness pour out of me and into her, praying she will feel it, knowing there is nothing more I can do for this woman. For those few unspoken moments I know that woman is safe. As I walk away I am crying like I have never cried before yet I shed no tears.

As I walk into my house, distraught, sad and discouraged, I know that without looking up my mother is there with her arms wide open ready to give me a hug. As she encloses me, for those few unspoken moments, she can feel the pain of the world pour out of me and into her. She is screaming to the Lord to show me the love, the peace, the safeness, that is pouring out of her and into me. For those few unspoken moments we are both crying like we have never cried before yet we shed no tears.