DO YOU KNOW
I must thank you for what you are thinking as it brings a smile onto my lips. The labor of one hands count of days precedes only two fifths more of rest for some but not to you I fear. Any one of many things can make a day alive. The mere touch or smell or laughter of a near one can be the tool to transform darkness to light and gray to white. Press on under the weight of burden so as to be prepared for the relief by its absence. The past is but a collection of thoughts and the future shines with the stars. Neither can be held in your hands though both may be felt. Now step forth into the sun light and gather your joy in your arms if only for a moment. Can you recognize that which you truly hold so dear and will you speak of it loudly or whisper in an ear?
