I am moved!

by Reginald Stephen | Despite my clouds, the Sun came up this morning. Still, I debated whether to be thankful or sit in mourning. As my blues yellowed across the horizon, it dawned on me that each...

Despite my clouds, the Sun came up this morning. Still, I debated whether to be thankful or sit in mourning. As my blues yellowed across the horizon, it dawned on me that each day is a gift. I used to take for granted the day as if tomorrow was somewhere in a bank I could go and borrow whenever I squandered it.

Lost in the dark wilderness that consumes t…