Africans.
Hispanics.
They all live across the street from me.
I greet them when I walk and
Sometimes we're able to talk.
Tonight I met Jose, and I tried to practice a
Few words of Spanish as I said, "Buenos Dias."
We made up for our lack of understanding by
Using sign language and by laughing loudly at
Our lame efforts.
I tried to explain my gospel bracelet to him,
But I finally gave up, tied it to his wrist and
Stuck the leaflet that explained the
Good news into his shirt pocket.
His daughter will translate it for him when
He gets home.
We laughed some more, said, "Adios," and
Spontaneously gave each other a hug.
People don't need to speak the same
Language to communicate love.