There
is in each of us, no matter how humble, a capacity for love. Even if
our lives have not taken the course we had envisioned, even if we are
less than the shape of our dreams, we are part of the human family.
Somewhere, in the most inconsequential corners of our lives, is the
opportunity for love.
If I am blind, I can run my hand across the back of a shell and
celebrate beauty. If I have no legs, I can sit in quiet wonder before
the restless murmurs of the sea. If I am wounded in spirit, I can reach
out my hand to those who are hurting. If I am lonely, I can go among
those who are desperate for love. There is no tragedy or injustice so
great, no life so small and inconsequential, that we cannot bear
witness to the light in the quiet acts and hidden moments of our days.
And who can say which of these acts and moments will make a difference?
The universe is a vast and magical membrane of meaning, stretching
across time and space, and it is not given to us to know her secrets
and her ways. Perhaps we were placed here to meet the challenge of a
single moment; perhaps the touch we give will cause the touch that will
change the world.”
Written by an Anonymous Friend
Kathy Hamilton/simikathy.com 253 277 1238
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