You who walk,
Maybe with troubled thoughts,
Come, enter here and rest;
And may the sweet serenity of growing things,
And the heavenly peace
Be mirrored in Thy soul.
It's really beautiful where I live. But nothing lasts forever. And someday, very soon, I'll tell you all about it. But for now, I'm just going to say that things have a way of working themselves out. We all know that.
Until tomorrow, my friends. Have a good Tuesday.