May 5, 2021

Let the past go.

A homeless man at the shelter, the illness in his mind causes a rage to boil over, and he ends up back on the same hard street. Again. I know it has to be, but how long, I wonder until his sunrise? Where is his warmth and tiny comfort?


It took the smile and the embrace of a grandchild to teach me a great lesson, to help me see. Life isn’t about what has happened; we must let the past go. Life is about what is happening right now, and about passing along the love and the blessings to those who come after us. Thank you, child, for that. 



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