Thomas Carlyle
I know the measure of a man.
It's in the bagels brought to a hot waiting room. It's in the magic of neighbors to part pesky waters. It's in conversation in uncomfortable chairs meant to amuse and distract. In small strokes across a misshapen gown, in miracles sown from miles on foot, in sleep missed and tears worn, in words, in such prayers that provide grace in the offerings of the everyday.
2 comments:
Measured by the company he keeps, quite a man then. Beautiful.
Loved it! Your writing is so inspirational!
But I hope JSG didn't just "pick me" because I sing at my work. I mean... it's kind of in my job description!
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