It’s not that I’m Speechless. . .
Maybe. . .maybe, it’s just that
W O R D S
pale to ACTION
The eyes always hear what a mouth can’t utter
no matter how eloquently said. . . .
Maybe Leo Tolstoy was right when he walked by a beggar on the street and stopped to say,
“My Brother, I’m so sorry that I don’t have anything to give you.”
The homeless beggar said, “You’ve already given me so much more than money by calling me, ‘Brother.'”
A Friend heals when no cure is actually sought but always needed. . . .
When have you shared such riches?
When. . .when will you?
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