Compendium:Follow kindly
A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
Where my hosts lead me in kindness
I follow, follow lightly
and no footsteps do I leave
In the dust behind us
Where my hosts lead me in kindness
I follow, follow lightly
and no footsteps do I leave
In the dust behind us
It breaks my heart, honestly. We were taught love over hate. We were taught to be servants. We were taught to pay attention to the plank in our own eye before worrying about the speck of sawdust in our neighbor's. I don't recognize the church where I grew up. I don't recognize my parents anymore, either.