I get a little nervous
planning a vacation,
going on a trip,
an anniversary celebration.

I can’t fathom
leaving it all behind
and heading
somewhere blind.

No understanding —
privilege keeps me
blind to the struggles
and without true empathy.

Love for a neighbor
doesn’t mean
I have to feel it.
We are all human beings.

To be the Good Samaritan
is compassion.
We don’t have to understand it;
we just have to be that love in action.

And then doing the deed
brings its own understanding
and empathy —
self-sacrificial love expanding.

Felt pretty good, didn’t it?