Mile Posts
As we walk our path; we pass the memories of our life. The mile posts of each day speak their knowledge to us. Be what we do with what we see, hear, and feel that matters. What be it our mind will decide, that which will be important; the yellow flower, or be it the bird that sings its song to our soul. Our path be of our own making that which is chosen to see, feel and hear be our choice. Yet there are times when consumed by that which we seek. We miss that which be most important; the hand looking for the touch of a caring soul. So busy are we that we yield not our walk; to take pity on the poor soul. To stop but for a moment to help, console, perhaps a kind word be all that be needed. What then are we, will our humanity and the grace of the the Almighty give us pause. For to save but one, have that which is our walk been delayed; or be it that we have just past another mile post....
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