NOV. 1....ALL SAINTS......NOV. 2, ALL SOULS DAY

"May the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace."

Reflection:
Is there anyone to hear me if I say hello
Among all those stumbling by?
Will anyone take a minute too pass the time of day?

I watch on parade all those strange faces
Where do they go,
Do they realize that this is life passing them by?
Each in a hurry, pushing their way through
And how many times have they stopped to wonder
What they want from life
Or do they care if they have a friend
Someone to be near.

To each his own seems to still be true
For no one wants to speak
To someone they do not know.

So they go through the paces
Like soldiers in blue.
And if the time should come
When they need someone close
Who will they have
If they haven't taken the time
To know their neighbor
The one next door
And talk about things
They really don't care.
They rush through life not glancing
One way or another
Looking straight ahead blindly.

And when the time comes for them to die
Will anyone be there to tell them goodbye
Or will everyone be too busy
To stop for a moment
Or take the time to cry?

...Copyright: Shirley West
[ My neighbor who does take the time. ]