Softening Hard Roads
Hard roads and moments are coming. It's inevitable.
Brace for the night callers and crawlers.
Don't wait for turmoil to abate.
Before constructing your own peace.
At your own pace.
The construction materials for this place of peace:
Are within what makes you joyful,
what makes you mentally and physically healthy.
Don't wait for others to participate.
They may be busy building their own place of peace.
Or they may not be interested at all.
We are built to create great things.
That includes our own peace.
We are built to love.
To smooth the hard moments of another.
Fill potholes and move on to the next road.
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