Sometimes, at the end of a day, I feel a bittersweet pang of gratitude for the fact that, flawed as I am, God has granted me another day to try to be better.
I received this poem via email from an acquaintance, and I thought it related. Happy Thanksgiving night, everyone.
AT DAY’S END
Is anybody happier because you passed this way?
Does anyone remember you spoke to him [her] today?
The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone …