Silent Watchers

We are to be the leaders, healers, the diplomats
the peacemakers, the easers' of loneliness,
the finders of lost souls.

We communicate with each other here.
And we watch
and wait
and hope someday our time will come.

We speak without talking of the homeless,
ignored & unloved
and what might be done in a time
more loving & caring,
and at peace with itself.

About healing those dying in pain
from diseases misunderstood,
of comforting those who have given up
looking for the answers
to the questions they have forgotten as well.

We watch the struggling
of those living in anger & frustration,
in fear of death & drugs,
of financial ruin & children lost.

Of the aged with the memories gone
and the health failing
and the ones who love them detaching
slowly, guiltily, angry & afraid of their
inability to cope.

And we wait.
For our turn to be born once again into a world
that has forgotten that we exist.
That cannot see but just a minute of time.
That is hungry & dying for what we will bring.

There are no choices here...
just the being
and the watching
and the waiting.

And the leaving of some
only to return a short time later,
destiny unfulfilled,
knowledge intact but not passed on.

We left behind the sadness.
It was in the wonder of movement like
butterfly wings...
It was in the dreams lost but not really
forgotten...
It lives in the what ifs and if onlys of regret.

There are no choices here,
the choices are there.
Here there is only the watching.