Forsaken, or not. Light, shelter, companionship. As I roamed the market yesterday conveniently immersed in my own world my eyes fell upon this worn bucket with a few forlorn yellow squash inside, presumably calling it home. The light was perfect. And I thought, are we ever truly forsaken? At times it may feel that way but the truth is, there is always light, in the darkest corners, shining rays of HOPE. And so it is. Where there is light and shelter and companionship, there is hope. Literally and figuratively.



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