As the year begins its close, falling leaves, harvest, and dying grass mark the end of the growing season.
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Covid-19 has claimed more than 200,000 known lives and experts believe the higher than usual death rate per capita can be further attributed to the viral infection. This past week a family friend died because of the disease, not 60 years old.
Life is precious. The lives of children behind bars separated from their parents; homeless; stressed; lonely; adrift; or consumed by greed and ambition to the point family and friends are left behind -- all lives are precious. Let's think about some of those lives we might help.
A Candle's Glow
A candle's glow may shed some light
To guide you on your way.
Though dim it aids in darkest night
With a gentle ray.
When flame ignites the candle stick,
A warmth it does extend
Which last until the burning wick
Reaches its last end.
That tiny flame of orange and blue
With smoke around it curled
Will play a part in its role to
Illuminate the world.
That flame is life. There is no doubt.
What becomes of it
If all too soon the light's snuffed out
Or if it's never lit?
W.R. Mossner
A Variety of Verse
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