Like a poet gathering words
Into the most succinct of verses,
You bring together the pieces
Of my often fragmented life,
Inviting me to read within it
What I rarely behold or understand.
For there lies the deeper meaning
Of my journey’s hills and valleys,
The story of your faithful love
Written on every line of my life.
FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS ON CHANGE AUTHOR UNNOWN
I walk down a street and there's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It takes forever to get out. It's my fault.
I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It still takes a long time to get out. It's not my fault.
I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It's becoming a habit. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street and see the deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
I walk down a different street