Author: coyote
Date: 12-04-07 05:20
Bad son... young, rebellious, despising their values... I thought I was better, more emancipated, more hip. Then one day, under an overcast sky, I stood at his grave, wordless, tearless, but deeply remorseful, missing his touch, the gentle flow of his speech, the wrinkles on his pajamas...
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The picture looks both happy and sad, both hopeful and bleak. It can summarize many of our lives.
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The injustice that we experienced, the anger that we have felt, they marked pauses, not life. They need not define us. Even strained cheeriness and small victories will come to detain us one day. Only those moments of small but sweet sadness endure. They carry us through our lives and kiss us goodbye at the end.
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Despair not, for you have already received. Did not a holy one say the Kingdom of God is within - as in here and now?
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