The mystery of the honey in the plastic bottle.
No matter how hard pressed the bottle may be, there will always be
a remnant quantity of honey in the bottle,
for the children to lick with their fingers.
The honey may be exhausted but it never dries up totally
So also is our lives.
We may be bruised & battered
but there is yet something sweet
buried in us,
that can still trickle out.
