Rain, rain, go away...Today is a rainy day but I don't think it's the weather. Several people close to me are weathering their own storms, too. My friend R, who is having domestic issues. I would like to help, but I'm not sure if I should "meddle" at this time. My mother, too, who has diabetes which is too far gone already all we could do is make her comfortable. Teddy and I, we have our problems, too but I know in my heart that everything happens for a reason in it's own time and pace. God designed it way. We only have to pray and be resolute.
Below is a favorite poem of mine, by Shel Silvertein. I dedicate this to everyone who feels that the burden they carry is too much. I believe there is always a happy place
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein
