Million Billion Trillion

this job requires someone to come home to

iranian refugee slit his own throat

tears roll and roll down old mans face

someone tries to strangle you from behind

blank faces of pain that cannot begin to speak

and what do I think I can do? or say? or be? or is it all about ways to change thier brains chemistry?

I just say Hello my name is Ruth, and they begin to cry
Its so bad, you request God's immediate presence
But who am I? and who are they?
and Who is God when our backs are turned away?

So I say words like grace and mercy and love and hope
but these words are like the universe on the tip of my tongue.