Would that life were like the shadow cast by a wall or a tree, says the Talmud, but it is like the shadow of a bird in flight. Trying to clutch the past to our hearts is as futile as trying to embrace the passing shadow of a bird in flight.
Warren W. Wiersbe
Would that life were like the shadow cast by a wall or a tree, says the Talmud, but it is like the shadow of a bird in flight. Trying to clutch the past to our hearts is as futile as trying to embrace the passing shadow of a bird in flight.