soften
Does the cry of the world's need pierce the heart, and ring even through the fabric of our dreams?
Sometimes i am amazed how easily i become calloused. I am ashamed how small and insensitive is the surface which i present to the needs and sorrows of the world. I so easily become enwrapped in the soft wool of self-indulgency, and the cries from far and near cannot reach my soul.
Sometimes i am amazed how easily i become calloused. I am ashamed how small and insensitive is the surface which i present to the needs and sorrows of the world. I so easily become enwrapped in the soft wool of self-indulgency, and the cries from far and near cannot reach my soul.