the gift

Billowy evening plum clouds blocked the iron trails of despair that fluctuated through the hearts of most on that evening

But later as the clouds wandered away and the evening sun kissed the horizon goodnight darkness began to cover the earth like a woolly blanket protecting man from the unforgiving cold of forever

And the minds of the informed began to overflow with visions of the distant stairways that they must climb to acquire the one gift that matters most…. The ability to love and be loved