Absence- does it make the heart grow fonder?

Lots of thought and little action, brings tears. Moments of happiness, are stolen. Time an immortal enemy, Distance the battlefield. Yearning for the one fated glimmer of hope, Absence, does it make the heart grow fonder? Copyright © 2020 Gourmet for the Soul – All rights reserved

Sufficient for the day is its own trouble

All is quiet now, the storm within your head is over. The white squall of words and lies, calmed beneath the morning sun. Driven out is the darkness of that night, a new bounteous day is born on the horizon. Future worries no, again Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. Copyright © 2020Continue reading “Sufficient for the day is its own trouble”