Sandra

Watching her I see bravery

The hug as greeting

Calling each person by name

She sees people

Even while they look past her

Unwilling to see her beauty

Judgement clouds my view

seeing what she is not

ignoring her heart cries

Labelled as difficult

Passed by and over

Wanting only to help, to matter, to belong

Each week she shows up

Hurt for too long, by too many

She risks herself

Her presence, a challenge
Her words, a trigger
Will I choose to listen?

Choose to love her
To honour the Christ in her
And die to my own comfort