Faces, Hands & Feet

That’s what I saw on her face.
A few minutes later, hope.
Her eyes, glowing.
Her sister needed meds.
Help seemed forthcoming.
She lay almost lifeless.
Foaming in the mouth. Motionless.
A few minutes later, motion.
Her eyes wide open, searching.
Wondering. She was alive, but shivering.
He crouched beside her, concerned.
From his mouth, assuring words.
Encouragement. Advise.
With his hands he lifted her up.
She’ll be fine, he kept on saying.
Hands, feet, eyes, mouth.
Part of the story that played out before me.
Inspired. Challenged. At peace.
That was me on my way home.

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