I heard it in the air

The day stretched out into the afternoon and somber-ed down to a windy evening. The air is talking to everyone even though I am the only one listening. I wonder if I tried to, could I answer its call?

I have everything. I am not rich but I can afford to buy myself things I do not need. I try to be good by donating to charity and strongly considering philanthropy as a career should I ever make it big. I have a warm place to stay, people that I love, people that love me even though I couldn't care less. I try to, it just doesn't come naturally to me but I guilt myself into doing the right thing and eventually I get there. So, as I listen to the air that promises to save and make me happy, I think, am I not saved? I think, could I be happier?

I think about answering for those who are more in need, so that I could at least answer at all but it is never for me. I have it all, after all.

This morning was gloriously pink, or shaded so, and it all collided into a mid afternoon so delightful that I had to applaud whoever made it so. I passed by a man with no arm, a child in a chair and someone with no home as I strolled down the evening to meet you for dinner.

I couldn't even be thankful for the day as the air whispered to those in dire need and those in pain.In a moment of weakness as I contemplated my selfishness at wanting to answer, you walked in. The pink morning and the darkening sun put together could not, not in this way, capture my heart.Without thinking I spoke with all that I was.

"Hello God its me...Thank you."

I imagine that God being all knowing I didn't have to say it out loud but as the nighttime drools down into the next morning air I think now to tell each and everyone that doesn't hear it;

Someone loves you more than you can ever know or bear.

You are special.

The sun is nothing compared to your radiance.

You are his hearts one singular thought, or so I have heard in the air as I passed you by today.