Both the poem and the painting are based on an actual incident experienced while commuting to work. My heart went out to the unknown woman, weeping alone. In the painting, the trees have been shaped to represent the depressing voices that she hears within her head. My own daughters were having struggles at that time and I was worrying about them even as I considered the sorrow of this poor lady.
A Woman Weeping at the Bus Stop
By Al Vester
A woman sat weeping softly by the bus stop,
Fair hair hanging curtain-like around her face.
Slender fingers tried to comb the matted mop,
Failing, where tangled locks remained in place.
The passing hand showed sunken cheeks,
Evidence of bitter days and dreary weeks.
Sorrow separated from the world, she bent
Alone, unloved, unsheltered from the sky,
Her bowed back being her spirit’s only tent.
The bus arrived, but still she stayed to cry.
What path had brought her to this state?
When did accumulated errors grow so great?
Passer-by’s ponder while they wait
Brooding as they board their morning bus
Praying that their daughter’s fate
Would different be, and not end thus
Sitting at a bus stop as if traveling somewhere
Sadly saddled with sorrows going nowhere.
Compassion
In a world filled with many sorrows, there are good people everywhere who are moved with compassion to alleviate the suffering that those around them. Continue reading “Why Show Compassion?”
