I’ve had my fill of newspaper stories filled with unbearable sadness and unanswerable questions. Bearing witness is sometimes the only gift that we have to give our fellow (wo)man so we keep going, I guess.
Today’s mental jukebox is playing David Wilcox’s Show the Way (again) and looking for a little inner peace…
“It is…
Love who makes the mortar
And it’s love who stacked these stones
And it’s love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we’re alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it’s love that wrote the play…
For in this darkness love can show the way”
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