Generous Eyes

I see them from afar, standing on their soapbox, smartly dressed and groomed, delivering their practiced spiel. They all sound the same and after seconds I know them. But, to be honest, I do not know Them. It’s all just a sales pitch. A product to be absorbed by the listeners as we nod in unison. Yes, no, or an indifferent shrug.

What I really want to know is their story. Why are they who the are? How would they see me. Through generous eyes, accepting me or ruthless hearts.

Too know our shared stories, what makes us, us.