The cold drizzle pitter pattered against the window pane,
It was as if God’s heart was expelling its tears for the plight of mankind.
The day –dark, the moments– somber.
A time of reflection and solitude….
Where doth lay the answers to the perplexities of man?
Good-evil, dark-light.
I think somehow it lies in the simpleness away from the chaos….
Outside the beltway of human indifference and atrocities– on to a world where goodness still lives.
It’s as if good must be cultivated in the small corners of life, away from the fray of barren souls.
If you look deep enough, they still sit waiting to be found; good souls, good deeds– good places to be.
Faith is a delicate thing– yet faith in God is so much easier than faith in mankind, because it is certain that man is often not very kind.
But in the harvest of human hope–there is a place where man is kind, people are good and the world is a better place to be.
It’s just that it’s most often only found –in the small quiet corners of life.