it's so easy to forget the blessings God has granted all of us. Let us remember today and treasure them.

The hustle and bustle of work life. Crowds at the bus-stop, crowds on the train, crowds in the hospital, crowds in the eatery. Busy pharmacists shuffle about the tight spaces between shelves, occasionally pausing to retrieve the orders from the mocking printer. Time passes by quickly, with no time to pause for a thought. Fatigue creeps in, a splitting headache that gnaws at the skull.

Sometimes I wonder if we're sowing more than we can water and harvest.

Relationships - like delicate pieces of glass that adorn the mantle which I so carefully watch each day. The little ornament that once stood in the corner, the new addition that seemed to gleam in spite of the dull flickering light of the fire, now laid shattered on the carpeted floor a couple of feet below. Another, a more senior piece of this chess game, in the same fate? I vaguely remembered having polished the dusty rook weeks before.

A gust of wind? Or perhaps a work of the fabled thief who sows discord? They answer me not, as I gaze in pained silence.

Would time tell? Sometimes I really wonder.