Not a thing left to waste. The suffering happened with a purpose. You too?

An encouraging word carries you. A moment of rest sustains you. A peaceful mind grounds you.

By comparison it seemed bad. But with no comparison, it seemed good, great even. Away with comparison.

The grief snuck in. It whispered. It swirled. And prodded a response. At last, one was given. And at that point, time took on weight.

A chord of one. A chord of two. A chord of three.