May every soul that touches mine-
Be it the slightest contact-
Get therefrom some good;
Some little grace; one kindly thought;
One aspiration yet unfelt;
One bit of courage
For the darkening sky;
One gleam of faith
To brave the thickening ills of life;
One glimpse of brighter skies
Beyond the gathering mists-
To make this life worthwhile
And heaven a surer heritage.
-George Eliot
2 comments:
that doesn't happen everyday. wish you all the best.
I love to stop by and read your blog.I love it! and it's a way to keep in touch with you all.And see the new picks of the kids.
I miss you a lot,
lova ya
Edy
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