Such is the incomprehensible Wisdom and Beauty of God, that no paths cross except for a reason, each a thread carefully woven into the intricate, seamless cloth of life.
Little do we realize that we remain in each other’s lives only for as long as we have to, until our role in each other’s development is complete, and then we move on to the next set of threads, and the next, and the next.
For some, the process is quick, while others prefer to take their time. Sometimes we see the same faces over and over again, and others, we only meet once.
Perhaps the only established reality of life is that it changes, constantly and relentlessly, whether we like it or not.
I was waiting by that lone, frosty street,
Hands clasped in misery,
It was sweet.
Just a thought,