You wonder and worry
if you have done enough,
if you have made a difference,
if you have mattered.
You are like a breath of air,
fleeting,
one after the other;
yet, without you,
all would be lost.
(Message through B.A.B. at Friends' Meeting, 9/4/11)
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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