From streams in the desert: it isn’t the thing you do, it is the thing you leave undone, which gives you the bitter heartache at the setting of the sun; the tender word unspoken, the letter you might have sent, the stone you might have lifted out of your brother’s way, the bit of heartfelt counsel, you were in too much of a hurry to say; the gentle words to help heal a friend, cause you had too many worries of your own. Little acts of kindness, so easily out of mind, the chance to be angels which even mortals can find. For life is all too short and sorrow is all too great to tarry until it’s too late.

©️Angela Aguiar