There lies a hope inside my poor heart —a yearning for a day when the world shifts on its axis, when the sun rises with a different hue, and when compassion becomes the currency of our souls.

Wouldn’t it be a most awesome day when the self-proclaimed Christians—the bearers of the cross—truly heeded the whispers of their Savior? When they stepped out of stained-glass sanctuaries and into the gritty streets, their footsteps echoing the ancient path of love and justice.

Imagine them, these modern-day disciples, casting aside the shackles of indifference. Their eyes no longer averted from the downtrodden but fixed upon the faces etched with suffering. Their hands, once folded in prayer, now reaching out to lift the fallen, to bind the wounds of the oppressed.

On that day, the oppressors—the wielders of power and privilege—would find themselves disarmed. Their swords of greed and prejudice dulled by the weight of empathy. For the true revolution would not be fought with weapons, but with open hearts and open hands.

And Jesus, the radical teacher, would nod in approval. His teachings—those timeless tenets etched in ancient scrolls—would no longer be mere words recited on Sundays. They would be lived out, etched into the fabric of existence, woven into the tapestry of compassion.

The hungry would be fed, not with scraps, but with abundance. The marginalized would find refuge, not in the shadows, but in the warm embrace of community. And the broken, oh the broken, would discover healing not through judgment, but through grace.

Yes, it would be an awesome day—a day when love trumped dogma, when kindness toppled walls, and when the oppressed reclaimed their dignity. The sun would rise, not on a divided world, but on a tapestry of colors—a mosaic of humanity, each thread contributing to the grand design.

So let us dream, my friend. Let us hold this vision close, like a fragile flame in the darkest night. For perhaps, just perhaps, our collective longing will ignite the dawn of that most awesome day.

Note: This prose is a reflection on the ideal—a vision of a world transformed by compassion and empathy. It is not a commentary on any specific group or individual. 

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer