I made a new friend,
Though old she may be.
Spotting her at the end,
I invited her for tea.
Sitting with me for a moment.
My worries became obsolete.
Her sting so potent.
It made everything sweet.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
I made a new friend,
Though old she may be.
Spotting her at the end,
I invited her for tea.
Sitting with me for a moment.
My worries became obsolete.
Her sting so potent.
It made everything sweet.
Written 21 July 2018
I have learned that your own death can become a valuable friend.
John Eldredge says it beautifully:
The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.
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