Let Me Be a Living... Sanctuary

She looked at me with hurt and fear in her eyes today, pleading for mercy, looking for sanctuary, acceptance, safety. Try as I might, there was nothing I could do. No protection I could offer. The hate and disdain of the self-righteous world is sinking in quickly. She was humiliated and scorned, set in a world to face certain doom. There are consequences for every action, and though I don't think she is right, I think she is still human- a human who needs compassion.

What could I say as they fled to me for comfort? As they emotionally clung to each other for support? There is a mass of questions that roars about inside me, but above all the tumult is why, why, why?