Oh, my soul! Let it find understanding for the past, resolutions for the present, hope for the future. It is a passionate desire that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and everlasting and that every road that we may take will lead to peace… peace... peace.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted - Aesop
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All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we'll do it again. There are so many I hold in my heart tonight.May God Bless us all.
𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊,
𝒟𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓈𝑒
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost