the desire for growth, the lust for wisdom. this is what keeps us moving, through the dark and through the light. in the freeze of winter, we would give up, but for the hope, (and belief), that it will get better. in the warm summer, we would stop and rest, except we remember the cold, and instead of ignoring the past, we learn from it.
each day i hope to look back and find something good that i've learned, done, and seen.
i want to touch, be touched, and witness a touching. then, i will consider my day complete.
please, God, will you grant me this?
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
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