There is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of one small candle....

 

This inscription was found on a small, new gravestone after a devastating air raid on Britain in WWII. Some thought it must be a famous quotation, but it wasn't. The words were written by a lonely old woman whose beloved dog had been killed by Nazi bombs. I have always remembered those words, not so much for their poetry and imagery as for the truth they contain. In moments of discouragement, defeat or even despair, there are always certain things to cling to. Little things, usually: remembered laughter, the face of a sleeping child, a tree in the wind....in fact, any reminder of something deeply felt or dearly loved.

No man is so poor as not to have many of these small candles.

When they are lighted, darkness goes away...and a touch of wonder remains.

One of Gaye's confidantes and a great friend to me
over the last two years sent this wonderful message.

Your words of encouragement have shine a light
through the darkness.
Thanks SS!