Distance is the enemy, but time is on our side.
Let respect be the groom, wed to truth the bride.
Unknown is the future; forgotten is the past,
and old memories are covered with sticky selectivity.
I grow doubtful of rationality and proceed with timidity.
Fast, grace flies by; forgiveness thrown to the wind.
Hope resides in silver clouds above and love remains the final dividend.
Reflected in my thoughts are images of yours,
but still they vary,
flee or tarry,
serenity or war?
Sensibility screams loud, but my heart beats faster.
Although I fear earthquakes and disaster,
trust will slowly come to pass and lie to rest
among golden flowers.
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A bit of poetry, rambles, thoughts and prayers to go along with your morning coffee.
Two cents
"The definition of success--To laugh much; to win respect of intelligent persons and the affections of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give one's self; to leave the world a little better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived--this is to have succeeded."
-Emerson
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