Who are you?

As you and I see each other off in the distance, who are you? I say to myself as I process a series of decisions on whether our encounter will be… friendly.

There you are — from across the expanse — on the vessel of your soul. A stranger. But not just any stranger. One with eternal weight. One with a destination.

If our souls brush past each other and never speak again, will anything have been gained? Lost?

Who are you — in the eyes of God?

And who am I, if I choose silence when eternity hangs in the balance?