These days. I am old enough to know some things but still- my mind, it worries. My heart, it hurts. For people in war torn places. For places and situations beyond my control. I look at the sky. Listen to the geese moving on. I think of the halls of history, of time. And I have so many ‘what if’ questions followed closely by - ‘if only’. This I do know. For this day, this one troubled, awful, wondrous, beautiful day- I can choose, small as it may be, to offer One word to one person, one stranger, one act of kindness and understanding at a time. It’s all I’ve got but maybe when all is said and done - it adds up to more than I think or reckon. ‘Maybe in some strange, cosmic way it helps tilt the scales towards the light.
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