Love is still here, yet you already mourn it.
It is not yet departed, yet you feel a sense of loss.
The time you have left is not being used to cherish each moment, but to regret.
It is easy to forget how fortunate you are to know about loss, before it becomes real.
Many are blindsided, wishing they had a few moments to show how much they cared.
Love is still here, be here.
– Osasu Oviawe
Day: December 17, 2020
New beginnings
Psalms 72:1-3, 6-7, 16
Give the king thy justice, O God, and thy righteousness to the royal son! May he judge thy people with righteousness, and thy poor with justice! Let the mountains bear prosperity for the people, and the hills, in righteousness! May he be like rain that falls on the mown grass, like showers that water the earth! In his days may righteousness flourish, and peace abound, till the moon be no more! May there be abundance of grain in the land; on the tops of the mountains may it wave; may its fruit be like Lebanon; and may men blossom forth from the cities like the grass of the field!
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