To sit, to see all the faces of this age, is saying what
to me. What do we try to do, as we work through a world
, that would alway,s demand more, and gave little, to sit
and realize the struggle,the price,s paid,stop and ask y-
ourself,for what ?
Did we do what we did ? Love drifts from one place to
another, seeking to be nurtured to the point of unquesti-
onable love. A love so strong, so true, that at one time
I felt that death could not get through.
Although as time goes on, some how, love dewindle
and death overcome,s. To sit and meditate on death,
something unknown , as they speak of the heaven,s.
To want to go there, than not to want to go there, to
an unknown place, seeking a place to be, a place of
serenity, of peace.
To sit, To See.
Written By : Mr.Rufus Murry Jr.
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