Saturday Centus #162
Rain has splattered our windows noisily all day. As night settles and the rain rattles on, the hissing and slight crackle of our log fire keep pace, testifying that like most June nights, it is indeed a cold, wet night in Cape Town.
If a June night could talk, it is not likely our story – of warmth and wi-fi, hearth and home – that it would tell. Why would it? There is no news or horror in the mundane middle-class comforts we enjoy. Except perhaps, that warm and dry ,we spare no thought for the wet beggar, huddled under the bridge, her stale dry bread now soggy.
Filed under: Mindfulness, Nature, Perspective, Poetry | Tagged: Beggar, Cape Town, comfort, homeless, If a June night could talk, June, Poetry, Saturday Centus, thoughtless, Winter |
creative introspection 
Very thought provoking take on this prompt. Great job!
Thank you Viki. It’s unusually cold in Cape Town with 6 cold fronts swirling in one after the other. At night I’m warm and cosy indoors at my fire place. By day I work at an NGO that provides relief for people living on the streets or in shacks. The difference is do stark…
This is just so thought-provoking. Here in Brunswick, I see two beggars every day and wonder where they spend their nights.
Not sure if my comment went through- blogger is being a real pain this morning. This was a very special and heartfelt way to travel, and very thought provoking.
Ah.
Sadly, I think too often of the beggar.
And grieve that I can’t make more of a difference to so many who are suffering.
This was a really poignant post.
And very close to home for me.
Thank you for sharing your sentiments.
I dont normally read comments first but one reader took the words right out of my mouth
“thought Provoking “