And all the times you stretched but could not reach, all the friends you had but lost or who were taken from you too soon, or who simply drifted away; those little, seemingly insignificant, forgotten moments of life that almost no one knows about or understands but you- the ones that stay in your soul and your heart forever with no place to go- even these things He shall restore and make right again one day. A fresh, cool mountain rain is coming. As e.e. Cummings once wrote, "I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens, only something in me understands, the voice of eyes that is deeper than all roses. Nobody . . .not even the rain, has such small hands."
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