the truth is

as you hold the burning candle, the flame draws nearer the hand. The moment draws closer and closer where you are faced with choice. One of relief and one of pain. Honor choice...

as each moment of the day unfolds, comes a new thought. How often I see my level of patience fleeting. Lasting too brief for my liking, without permission, pass it does. I seek tolerance, yet my lack of patience seems to race above the fold and present itself like the lead story. I need never to forget that others dance with difference as do I...