We feel the forest most in its darkness – and it is the saplings of fears that grow into tall trees that we can climb to see the stars above the canopy.
And through the obsidian blackness – an occasional beam of light threads its way through the trunks to meet our wincing eyes. Somewhere the glint of that reflection is seen by another… and then lost.
The torch you carry does not provide the light by which you search, but by which you are found. If you keep it glowing – whether fueled by the laughter of your children or the love of your family – yours will catch the glint in the eyes of another.
May you find happiness in giving thanks for all you’ve received.
And through the obsidian blackness – an occasional beam of light threads its way through the trunks to meet our wincing eyes. Somewhere the glint of that reflection is seen by another… and then lost.
The torch you carry does not provide the light by which you search, but by which you are found. If you keep it glowing – whether fueled by the laughter of your children or the love of your family – yours will catch the glint in the eyes of another.
May you find happiness in giving thanks for all you’ve received.
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