She Who Made Me She held my life In her gentle arms; The joyful unknown Of endless possibilities. Carrying the scars That she bore to bring me here, These lines that furrow her brows From the days She helped me carry my sorrows. She holds the patience I wish I could grasp, Seeing the good …
These days kindness and compassion appear to be in short supply. Whether it is on social media, at a family or work gathering, or even in your own thought life, cynicism and despair can battle to take root as you try to navigate your own hurts along with the pain of loved ones and those in the world. The …
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