This past week was even busier than the last--the kind where I hit the pillow and went on a carribean vacation. The land of kept promises cast me into new ventures as unspoken requests enticed me to become one with myself. This place where no stranger enters protected me through fogged clarity. Yes, I saw through the darkness and what did I see? Truth. What truth? Truth of my heart. Its message permeated the dawn of my understanding, crying out,"It matters not! Yet, it makes a difference." As futile as my actions seem to play out, they do have enduring effect upon others.
We don't owe each other the truth but if we dare to deliver it and brave it out, truth can be the rudder of our travels. Oh blessed Journey deliver us to sound understanding that won't fail us.
And then..... I wake.
