Met up with the
dearest, little angel over the weekend, but she was really sad.
She asked, in the
sweetest of angel voices, how there can be so much love in the world, yet so
few feel it. How there can be so much beauty, yet hardly anyone sees it. And
how there can be so many miracles, yet most are ignored.
So, I reminded her of something far
more important. I reminded her that whether or not one knows of the love, they
are still bathed in it. Whether or not they see the beauty, they still add to
it. And whether or not they recognize the miracles, they still perform them,
every single day.
Then we both just
beamed.
Tallyho,
The
Universe
And whether or not these things are now known, they will be.
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