To You … With Love,
April 6, 2022
The Lantern - It hung on the rustic back porch just within reach of it owner’s hand. Nearby, another nail designed to hold the sweat-stained fedora, awaited the moment as they lay together in readiness for use. The lantern’s green metal covering had long since lost its shining, but from its translucent sides, when the need arose, there was enough light going forth from those little windows to broaden the path beneath the feet of the one who traveled out into the barnyards of life when the day had gone to sleep.
Strange are the mysteries of small things and awesome the presence of a si...