Who would have ever thought that. . . .
Sometimes even the Soul can’t help but to gasp:
W O W !
We’ve all seen it before, haven’t we?
Bathroom Stall Graffiti.
this is not the stuff that Novels are made
or HBO Movies or even some really bad:
The Worst Poetry Ever Contests.
No one goes to the Bathroom stall to see Bathroom stall humor and expect to be enlightened, inspired, encouraged or motivated.
NO ONE. . .
or. . .
m a y b e
S o m e O N E
who’s seeking much more than that in the most desperate, dirtiest part of their busted up, broken, seemingly laid-bare parts of their most inner self.
S H O C K E R
Not so much that Bathroom Stall Graffiti exists. . .
but T H A T it could ever possibly
I didn’t take the photo. . .
maybe it was manufactured or maybe it’s 101% authentic?
What’s Truer than TRUE?
Compassion is at it’s best when it’s at it’s filthiest.
Compassion shows up for appetizers but brings a Banquet.
Compassion shows up when everything and everyone else checks out.
Compassion Shouts: “HOW CAN I HELP?” when everyone else sighs, “is there anything I can do?”
Compassion runs towards the Fight and not from the Uncomfortable.
Compassion Seeks Suffering while its Pretenders Hides in more comfortable surroundings.
Compassion Hugs the Porcupine of Hurt, Disappointment, Loneliness.
Compassion camps out in the stench without holding its nose.
Compassion is a Verb that doesn’t settle or embrace being an adjective.
Compassion invites, “All-ie, All-i e In Free,” instead of just quitting and going home with the ball.
Compassion ISN’T until it IS and then it isn’t anything else that can even begin to compare.
Compassion just may be found anywhere, anytime, anyplace—-
even a Bathroom Stall.
But mostly. . .
Compassion needs to be where it’s often NOT !
Be the Bearer,
of where it needs to be the most:
WHEREVER YOU ARE!