What do we see,as we sit and meditate, on what we see
see. We can catch what we see and when we do it,s gone. how
do we understand what we see, that comes and goes at ill, it,s
This is what I speak of the snow, as we see the flake,s fall
from the sky,I,ve asked myself ,why? Why waste something on
this world, where man hates until he hates himself,although you
waste the ssnows on him.
Going through a cleanzing in the purified snows of this wor-
ld, as it has been said by one, the blood of my body, the bread of
of my wife,s body, why ask for my my blood to save you if you w-
ill sin again, or even the snow,s to clean,a sin full world.
And to look and see, and say to myself, here come,s the snow,
the snow, the snow.
Written By : Mr.Rufus Murry Jr.
" Growing Up"
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