Only special people, with tender hearts have time for the invisible people, not that they have any more time than you or me, they make time; on the busiest of days finding a moment. I confess, I do have a memory of occasionally seeing an invisible person, but I struggle to remember the few times I actually stopped and paid them any attention. By definition, the invisible people are hard to see. For some a veil of shame causes them to hide; for others who have broken lives and are downtrodden in spirit, the pain is too much to share with others. So, the invisible people remain…. invisible. That is until someone very special takes a moment on the busiest of days. If you listen to a voice calling in your heart and look around, you will see invisible people everywhere. Tender hearted one, you can make time and find space in your day, a gift of life for a forgotten soul.
It’s time to live again
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