The sunset is the promise of the sunrise. The darkness is the promise of the dawn. The winter is the promise of the springtime. The hilltop of the road that rambles on. The longing is the promise of fulfillment. The dream the promise of its coming true. The planting is the promise of the harvest, the old the promise of the certain new. The reaching is the promise of the grasping. The need is promise of its own supply. The plodding is the promise of arrival, and patience finds its answer by and by. Promises made in words may break and fail us. Promises written down may not endure. But promises recorded in the silence that dwells in life's reality are sure..
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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