How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka
By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.
Sometimes…
It takes the hottest
tears
to melt the coldest
pain.
The salt that drips to trembling lips
is savored not in
vain.
It sometimes takes the taste of sorrow
and eyes blurred blind with
grief
to remind us that tomorrow
stows hope of sweet
relief.
Perhaps it's when our
weeping falls
like rain upon our face
that aching,
outstretched arms
are fit to feel His warm
embrace.
posted by .Tom Kapanka | 6:39 PM
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