I stumbled on one of Vincent van Gogh’s letters to his brother.
“If I am worth something later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning.”
And that broke me.
If only peace would come down in showers of light and hold the shape of your heart so dearly, you'd never spit at the wind, much less ever hurt a soul.
#amwriting#1linewed peace