Reflection

Yesterday was Pentecost (one of my favorite church feast days). I can't believe I almost forgot about it. I suppose it's been a little hectic here lately, but I was still a bit annoyed at myself for almost forgetting. Anyway, it got me to thinking...

There are some days where your heart could break from other people's kindness. And you wish you could give something back to those that have given you so much, taught you where to look for water while you were lost in a desert, showed that they know how to live and love. Those are the beautiful people. And because of this no one is truly alone and nothing is truly dead. Sure, old things might die, new things might come into being. The one is the seed of the other and through love nothing is dead.