A dear friend shared this picture on social Media and it left me contemplating…
We are born to connect
In one way or other
For a purpose larger
Than our individual self
There is light that we have
That we ourselves may not know
The potential of, that manifests
To serve at the right time.
There is always a reason
For this now, so rise above despair
And look onward and upward
The way is forward in faith
To live and help heal some more.
No wonder its said ‘Hands that help
Is holier than lips that pray…’
We are carriers of hope
That pass on for posterity
Our life is intricately weaved
In every moment of our being
Through the echelons of time
For a reason, we may or never know
Such is the ‘Mystic of life’
In all its brilliant manifestations.