Those Screaming and Struggling Souls

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I thought I would begin my day with reflective music and a coffee,

but it started with hearing a person screaming.

I looked out our living room window to see a tragic sight.

A beautiful young woman was walking down our street.

She was shouting words I couldn’t make out.

She kept hitting her forehead with her right fist.

I wondered why she was doing this.

I could say it’s for this reason or that, but I don’t know.

Her sadness remains in my mind.

What is her plight?

Why is she in such inner pain?

What would need to happen to have her smile?

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I remember a man who screams as he goes down our street.

There is such rage within his soul.

People are terrified of him.

He taunts our landlady’s dog to get him to bark.

He argues with her I know not why.

It’s just what he does sometimes as he passes by.

There are many out there wandering on our streets.

Cold

Alone

Hungry for someone to love and help them, but how many of us turn away?

How many of us look the other way?

I pray we will never turn away from them, even if it is to lift up a prayer to God for their agony to end.

People tell Karen and I that many of these people are addicts.
They’re a bother, bums.

But when I hear judgments cast upon them I ask, “What if that was you or me?”
Many of us are one pay cheque away from not paying our rent.

With the rising cost of living, many of us are not able to afford the healthier diet we had before.

There is a widening gap between the rich and the poor.

If we lost our jobs we could become homeless.

We might become like that woman and man crying out for someone to care.

We are at risk of becoming those judged as being a waste of flesh.

Wouldn’t we want someone to come forward in our community and help in our time of need?

Many might say to us, “Come on. Get off your lazy butt and get s job!”

If one day you should need someone to have compassion for you, I hope that person will say, “I’m here to help. I’ll stay with you until you’re okay.”

Can we do any less for those screaming and struggling souls who come our way?

Dr. Kevin Osborne is the Dean of Psychology and President of Student Affairs for St. James the Elder University. He is s therapist, writer, poet, and singer. He helps people in their inner healing journey. Dr. Kevin Osborne lives in Timmins, Ontario, Canada, with his wife, Karen. She is the Registrar for SJTEU. She is also a counsellor. Karen and Kevin are powned by their 20-year-old cat, Katherine, a.k.a. Her Royal Furriness, Princess Katherine of Timmins.