Crossing Paths: Lessons of the Heart

Some roads begin with songs and end in silence. Yet all remain roads. An Iroko never curses the wind when its leaf falls. It waits for another season. A river does not hold water that has passed. It keeps flowing. So it is with the heart. It wears seasons on its soul and changes its face without losing its name. No journey is wasted if it teaches the feet to walk. No meeting is empty if it leaves the heart wiser. The sky does not count the birds that have flown. It remains wide enough for tomorrow’s wings. Let gratitude be heavier than grief. Every crossing of paths is a quiet gift from God.

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