Believe what you believe.
Think about it again and again.
How can you not.
Life is a handbreath.
Beautiful and short.
What's it all about?
Once you've figured that out. (mostly ;o)
Say thank you.
And delight in the days.
The sweet, beautiful, delightful days.
Yes. It is strange and uncomfortable and painful and unfair.
But take it from me...
Delight in the sweet days.
The Love of God.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
HT to Annie A.
I am thankful for music.
Joyful and full of fun.
Live what you believe,