Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Want to play Five Minute Friday? It’s easy peasy!
1. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt- no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Meet & encourage someone who linked up before you.
OK, are you ready? Give us your best five minutes on:
Heartbreaking. This picture torments us with the lack of hope. A child lost. A soul tormented with regret.
And we judge.
We would make a different choice. We would make a difference. We would scoop that child from the brink of death, we would scare off the beasts that encroach. We would provide hope. We wouldn’t turn and walk away. We wouldn’t say good-bye and retreat. We wouldn’t ignore the need as we think of our own comfort, safety or health.
How could anyone not care? How could anyone see but not act?
And yet, if we’re honest, do we not turn blind eyes to needs every day? Do we not think of our comfort, safety and health over the suffering of those around us? Are we not immune and numb so often in our worlds? Do we not look at the broken bodies and anguish and feel impotent to act? Apathetic or powerless or overwhelmed, it doesn’t matter, it all leads to the same reaction.
We leave the child lost, the body broken, the soul lonely, the hopeless hurting.
Mother Theresa said If you can’t feed a hundred people, then just feed one. Who will you feed?