Sunday, October 25, 2009
Why
When I see the perfection of a flower in the light the softness of its petals, its colors…just right and notice how magnificently it opens itself up to the sun full of trust, it is hard for me to live with the knowledge that all too soon it will be nothing but dust. When I look into a child’s eyes and have a glimpse of his innocent soul, I marble at the promise of his future, at the infinite possibilities of his life, but it saddens me to think of all the pain and tears that someday might mar...
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