The knock came unexpectedly. I really didn’t hear. But when it came again, I knew, it sounded much more near. I looked out through the window, not knowing who I’d see and there were four big fear filled eyes looking back at me.
I quickly opened up the door and asked what I could do. The
girls said they were playing ball, and in my yard it flew. “Will you please get
it for us, and then we will be gone. We’ll be more careful next time, our
grandma’s watching on.”
I told the girls to go on back and get the ball themselves.
I gestured to the path to take, they ran like little elves. I went back to the
other side, my feelings in suspense, and noticed grandma standing there, beside
the neighbor’s fence.
I went outside to greet her. She apologized and smiled. We
shook hands and exchanged our names, our information filed. I assured the girls
and her right there that if they needed to, they could come into the yard for
ball, or bat or shoe.
As I walked back into the house, I hung my head and sighed.
They’d lived there now for quite some time, my neighbor’s home inside. We had
seen each other once or twice but never really known the truth about each
other, or seeds of friendship sewn.
How things can change so easily, in a moment that is gone.
The unexpected turns us round and we find we’re not alone. There are others all
around us who need a helping hand. As we reach out to them, the dove of peace
will land.
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