I noticed her as she came out of the car
A middle aged woman with a heavy luggage
I paused for a while, slowing my pace
The words however did not come out quick
The strain upon her hand was obvious
She shifts the burden from one hand to another
For a moment our eyes met
She smiled, a gentle smile indeed
I smiled back albeit with some guardedness
This was a stranger after all
Should I?
I debated within me
It didn’t seem so heavy
She’s managing it well
What if I did offer
And she rejected it?
The notion of rejection chills my bone
I passed by her and proceeded my way
The Holy Spirit tapped on my heart
I was reminded of the story of the Samaritan
How the priest passed by an injured man
I hung my head in shame
I’m sorry, I whispered
Please help me to be quick to act in love
