Tuesday, January 10, 2017


   Perhaps you are familiar with the feeling ...

You have lost something, and you do not remember what it is, or where it was lost, or how. You know that it is something of yours that has been misplaced... your shelf seems emptier somehow, and though you cannot even begin to describe it, you know that you greatly desire to have it back ...
  Sorrow without hope is despair. Although my heart is heavy, as though it has been anchored to the lowest depths of the ocean, I feel hopeful still, that this weight will pass, and that there will again be cause to have joy. There is nothing they can do to take that from me. Even should death watch me from around the corner, I will smile to him.

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