It
sometimes surprises me that I can’t seem to ever find myself far from the
presence of goodness. It’s always close by, like an ever-present power, like a gracious
and supportive spirit. No matter how bad things seem to get, goodness is always
nearby -- perhaps in the smile of someone at the grocery store, perhaps in a
wave from a walker passing the house, perhaps simply in the quiet look of
clouds coming across the trees. It seems omnipresent, this transcendent,
universal force that stays beside us through the worst adversities. When sorrow
closes in, goodness gets its light ready. When hatred breeds its short-lived bedlam,
goodness, somewhere close by, prepares its gentle but far superior powers.
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