Her Sorrow Made Me Almost Blind.

I once read the following from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: 'As I was walking in the wasteland of my love tonight, I met a little girl in tears. I bent to her to read her eyes, and her sorrow made me almost blind. ' He then goes on, almost like in a prayer: 'If I refuse, Lord, to get to know her, I am rejecting this little one and I shall not be loving as you want me to be. It is not a question of me moving away from my busy schedule and duties, but it is important to comfort this little girl now. Only then I can change this world to goodness.