Colorless Eyes

The road curves around and down into a small valley. The road, stretching from the scene of the peaceful, blue ocean, leads deep into the heart of the city. The once hopefull feeling quickly disolves at the sound of horns hocking obnoxiously around me while my eyes meet those of the pedestrians walking everywhere. I may never meet them, but from my window, with only a piece of glass seperating us, I can see that their hearts have worn thin with time and life. Everyday like the weary day before. The routine of finding a way to survive. Some have a family waiting at home, others only have to worry about feeding their own stomachs. Their eyes are dark and colorless, revealing the doubt that fills their minds. The city, full of hopeless eyes, seems so big. What can I do? There are so many that don't understand Your love, Lord, and so many that choose not to listen. Show me that You are bigger than the devistation my eyes are witnessing. Take my fear and turn it into courage.
Layers of trash cover the grassy hills on both sides of the road that my car follows. The people are only a few feet away, yet we're worlds apart. At a stop, I could give my left over food from my recent lunch to a begging boy, but what about the others around him? For a moment I may feel like I made a difference, but I can't help but feel like my efforts are futile. In this moment the phrase, "One at a time", echoes through my doubt. "Don't give up and don't let callousness be an option."