Could you be loved?

Two steps down the road, my eyes spot a weary woman whose one hand holds her head in despair, while the other holds a baby whose innocence is veiled by the difficulties of this present world. This sight immediately drifts my invisible thoughts to a series of questions. I ask myself: How long shall the many suffer at the hands of a few? Does this weary woman know when peace and contentment of mind will wrap itself around her burdened soul? Will her despair brush her off like the wind does to the leaves? Is she still a victim of the so-called original sin embedded within us from antiquity? Will the soles of her feet meet the golden streets of New Jerusalem? 

As I take two more steps further, I realize that to her, I'm just an invisible man whose thoughts have wings like a bird. I'm just an invisible man who knows the burden of the unseen. Though the earth weighs six sextillion tons (a unit followed by 21 zeros), the burden of one's thoughts could make the earth's weight like ash blown on a stormy day.