No single day is wasted,
Although at times it might feel so,
There are days that seem full and fast,
Others feel empty and slow.
But each day has a purpose,
That may not always seem clear,
Some days we may feel we are being tried,
And all reasoning disappears.
It's in the quieter moments,
That the answers come to light,
So slow down from time to time,
And dare to give up the fight.
We are given a breathing space,
For things to settle and realign,
So be assured when things go quiet,
It's where the spark of hope can shine.
C.E. Coombes
Artist Unknown
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