If

If you look inside and see a divide,

If you cry for the brokenhearted, and condolence drifts as cargo on streams of woe,

If you taste forgiveness after climbing a hill of fear,

If you remain after being beaten down again, and again,

If you say what your heart wanted, instead of reflecting on an opportunity past,

If you lay down your agenda even when you felt like it was the last defense,

If you love and respect without taking a pass,

You can lay your head down and sleep soundly, even on the most uncomfortable ground.

Inspired by Rudyard Kiplings’ “If.”

Photo by Gidon Wessner on Unsplash.

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