The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence. We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can. Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.
quote by Robert F. Kennedy
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Related quotes
Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed
Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed
Is this what life's all about I said?
Work, work, work every single day
Just to earn enough my bills to pay.
Surely life must be much more than this
Someone tell me what the purpose is.
Then, 'You can have life abundantly'
I heard the Lord Jesus say to me.
'I am the door: if you enter in
then your new life with me will begin.
These things of earth will just pass away
but the life I give is here to stay.'
So I turned around and followed Him
and my life was no longer so grim.
I still have to work to earn my pay
but He gives a purpose to each day.
Teach
softly we walk this earth
when we die, we become the dirt.
so while we live, we must learn to share.
and show others that we care.
we must live our lives and take control.
before we begin to lose our soul.
when we go to church to pray
we must ask the LORD for another day.
to try to get our lives on track
and on evil 'turn our back'
the children are our future
'is this all we have to give '?
if we don't teach them
how are they going to live?
teach! as the apostles taught all others
teach! as if there was no others
teach! so that our children could see
that there is a future beyond you and me.
poem by Louis Rams
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Life Is Too $hort
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my east side fans
Back then I knew ya couldnt stop this rap
No m.c. could rock like that
Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
Ya gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do ya wanna rap or sell coke?
Brothers like you aint never been broke
People wanna say its just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and Im not jokin
Sir too short comin straight from oakland
California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin down the block
Short dog, Im that rappin man
I said it before and I ll say it again
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is to some people unbearable
Committin suicide and thats terrible
Was it much too much or nothing big?
If ya live my life, youd be fightin to live
Life is to me my main asset
I be doin all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
Im tryin to get rich as I rock the place
Everybodys got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new benz, keep your banck right here
Never hear me stutter once because I talk real clear
Its on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin, fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, ya soon find out
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is too short, would you agree?
While Im livin my life, dont mess with me
Its been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Cause I dont stop rappin, thats my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated ya must stay up
Ya asked a simple question boy, dont say what?
Ya only live once and ya callin it hell
Policeman tryin to take ya to jail
You could give a man time but you dont know
I a matter of time, Ill be runnin the show
Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin big money, slangin hop
The task force tryin ta peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, ya better watch your back
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
You can take back all the things you give
But ya cant take back the days you live
Life is to some peole whove been on earth
Livin every single day for what its worth
I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, thats me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when Im on the mike
Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
Ya gotta turn that dream into the real mccoy
Not time to waste, just get on that case
Ya cant be down cause ya need to taste
A good life livin like a king on a throne
Gettin everything ya want and tryin to have all your own
So life
Dont be stupid though
Cause when ya waste it, youll know
Life is
Life is
All right, thats it
song performed by by Too Short
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Zachaeus Upon The Sycamore Tree
Many of us have heard of Christ;
Some of us know Jesus so well;
Christ is always passing by nigh;
Should we not have a better glimpse?
By heart, we yearn to see Jesus;
We are all sinners in more ways;
Our ears await His loving call;
By spirit, we stay short for Christ!
God sees each human heart in depth;
He knows if it has love or hate;
He gives us chances for more faith;
Sometimes, He comes to us to speak.
A Sycamore helps us see Christ;
There are such trees by every lane;
But we must climb to see Christ well;
The Lord knows secrets of each heart!
Many in sins galore do lie;
Many do have a contrite heart;
For repentance to turn complete,
Penance must be in matching ways!
Why put off seeing Jesus Christ?
The Son of God came for sinners!
Just ask and He will surely come;
Search and you will find Him surely.
Christ longs to dine in each one's home;
He forgives sins by Cross' ease;
He changes lives once and for all;
Must not we reconcile with God?
'Tis easy climbing sycamores!
'Tis easy finding one such tree;
It helps to see Jesus clearly!
Why should we hesitate to climb?
Ignore the world that talks like fools!
Each soul must gain God's redemption;
Let's plead to God for forgiveness;
Let's fill heart with God's saving grace!
There is a price for redemption;
Jesus paid our ransom ahead;
We must walk in His righteous path;
We must enter the narrow gate!
We live in different life's set-ups!
God has a purpose for each one;
We ought to learn the will of God;
True faith alone can lead to Christ!
Christ lives in every one of us;
But we must live in Christ all life;
He sees us well and all the time;
The veil of sin hinders our sight!
There is no time to waste on earth;
We must all be reborn in Christ;
Our faith in God must not waver;
We must be steadfast in Christ Lord.
Let's keep looking for Jesus Lord!
Let's find a sycamore near-by!
Let's climb the tree to see Christ well;
He wants to dine in our dear homes!
Commune with God for He made us;
Alone on earth, we cannot live;
Surrender heart to Jesus Christ;
Heaven is earned right here on earth!
Jesus knows each soul's true state;
Jesus seeks souls with boundless love;
Why live in sins those lead to hell?
Only the fool says, ‘There's no God! '
We must live life much Christ-centered;
Faith must not swerve or keep changing;
Conversion is by grace of God;
Redemption is by love of God.
Ignore the world of vanity;
Be blind to world of heinous sins;
Be deaf to sinful talks of men;
Save your soul and your kith and kin's!
Zachaeus climbed a sycamore,
To catch a better glimpse of Christ;
And when he made up for his sins,
Redemption came to his household!
The lure of world need not deter;
There's lucre in heaven better;
To see God soul must pure remain;
When God calls, we must heed at once!
God speaks to us by Bible's words;
The verses tell us how to live;
God's purpose for our lives on earth
Must be realized by strong faith.
We are all children of same God;
We need to preserve our souls pure;
Our earthly stay is not for long;
Eternity with God is prime!
COPYRIGHT BY DR JOHN CELES 20-11-12
poem by John Celes
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Process One
History hides its emotion just as absolution is not an absolute cure
Man's reason and purpose is to protect the innocent and the pure
The raising of chiildren belongs in the family not an amateur.
Life is much more than just the pasing of earthly or spatial time
It is the legacy we leave our children who are the fruit of our vine.
To give and leave them images of value and virtue for their minds.
Children are invited to come and contribute whenever they can
To know life's purpose and reason, is the union of woman and man
The mind of a child needs to be challenged so they can understand.
The children are no longer our children when they leave home
To carry forward and give to their childen who are really a loan
The capacity to ask questions as all answers come from the dome.
The continuity, salvation and redemption of those here and to come
In the hands of all God's children for through them its will be done
Humanity is singular and inclusive and their gender is two not one.
All children filled with the energy of life and an unfettered mind
To have their time of peace to play, question, and eventually find
To participate in life with good purpose and reason and never resign.
The children can move our world forward and even far beyond
Always to be, think, and acknowledge; mankind's most common bond
We on earth to come together and teach our children to get along.
From the beginning to the end all on earth can be for naught
If the children refuse to participate and grow, all will be lost
A shared responsibility to question, listen and all signs to watch.
11-03-05 Aho Speaks
poem by AHO Speaks
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Life's Too Short To Love This Fast
You say hello, I say goodbye
You go your way and I go mine
There's not much time for you and I these days
We work too hard, we're gone too much
And we're too tired to even touch
So just how long can we go on this way
Oh, life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
We can't keep up this pace we're on right now
We burn the candle at both ends
The circle turns, we start again
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
Let's take some time, let's get away
Let's pack our bags and leave today
Girl, anyplace would be okay right now
Just leave your pager here at home
And I won't carry my cell phone
We need to find some time alone somehow
Yeah, life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
We can't keep up this pace we're on right now
We burn the candle at both ends
The circle turns, we start again
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
--- Instrumental ---
We're spinnin' our wheels
Forgetting how love feels
Let's slow down before it's too late
'Cause life's too short to love this fast
If we don't slow down our hearts won't last
Let's make our future better than our past
Life's too short to love this fast
Love this fast
Life's too short...
song performed by by Alabama
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Life Is Too Short
life is too short
Music: rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Have you ever seen the morning?
When the sun comes up the shore
And the silence teach the beauty for the sound
Have you ever set there waiting?
For the time to stand still
For all the worlds and stars
From turning around
And you run
'cause life is too short
And you run
'cause life is too short
Have you ever seen the glory?
When the moon is on the rise
And the dreams are close
To the ones that we love
Have you ever set there waiting?
For heaven to give a sign
So we could find the place
Where angels come from
And you run (and you run)
'cause life is too short
And you run (and you run)
'cause life is too short
There's a time that turns
Turn back time
But i don't see i can
It only works
If you believe in the truth
But there's a time to live
And a time to cry
But if you're by my side
I will try to catch a star
I'll try to catch a star
Just for you
And i run
'cause life is too short
And i run (and i run)
'cause life is too short
And i run and i run and i run and i run and i run
song performed by by Scorpions
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Reflection of Life
Life is not about making money,
Life is not about acquiring power,
Life is not about gaining recognition or wealth.
Life is definitely not about work!
Work is only necessary to keep us living
so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.
Life is a balance of Work, Family and Personal time.
You decide how you want to balance your Life.
Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but
always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.
Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life,
the whole aim of human existence.
So, take it easy, do what you want to do
and appreciate nature.
Life is fragile, Life is short.
Do not take Life for granted.
Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Sonnet: Live Heavenly-Wise
Two goals in life, we ought to keep in mind:
The transient one’s to live, a life content;
The celestial one’s more important, we find;
To get the latter, our mind must be bent.
The man who lives as per His Holy Will,
Is troubled much on earth by more devils;
And suffers pain and sadness much but still,
Through prayer keeps away from all evils.
The man who lives a worldly-life does well;
His senses fail to recognize what’s sin;
His sinful life will surely earn him Hell;
You can’t have earthly pleasures and Heaven!
The righteous man who lives as per God’s wish,
His living for God’s sake, and not selfish.
6-30-2001
poem by John Celes
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Process 1
History can not be rewritten nor is absolution an absolute cure
Man's reason and purpose is to protect the innocent and the pure
The raising of children belong in the family not to an amateur.
Life is much more than just the passing of earthly or spatial time
It is the legacy we leave our children who are the fruit of our vine
Go give and leave them images of value and virtue for their minds.
Children are invited to come and contribute whenever they can
To know life's purpose and reason is the union of woman and man
The mind of a child needs to be challenged so they can understand.
The children are no longer our children when they leave the home
To carry forward and give to their children who are really a loan
The capacity to ask questions; for all answers come from their dome.
Sense's, intellect and questions, the basis for most human thought
The family home is where answers are given before they are sought
A child needs a safe, protected environment, in which to be taught.
The continuity, salvation and redemption of those here and to come
In the hands of all God's children for through them their will be done
Humanity is singular and exclusive and their gender is two not one.
All children filled with the energy of life and an unfettered mind
To have their time of peace to play, question and eventually find
To participate in life with good purpose and reason and never resign.
The children can move our world forward and even far beyond
Always to be; think; and acknowledge; mankind's most common bond
We on earth to to come together and teach our children to get along.
From the beginning to the end all on earth can be for naught
If the children refuse to participate and grow, all will be lost
A shared responsibility to question, listen and all signs to watch.
poem by chuck Hurley
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A Candle And A Man.
Someone lights a candle
And I see the things around.
A candle must burn like this
Nay, every candle must burn like this.
I begin to tell every one.
A candle dies as it lives for us
And we appear to live while we travel towards the end.
A candle lives and lives while it appears to be dying..
A lot we have to learn.
I begin to learn none.
It`s a candle which lives and lives throws greater questions
And I begin to be introceptive
-A mental exercise on a confined mind.
When shall I begin to live like a candle?
When shall I give out a flame that lives?
The questions begin to boomerang on me
As I sit in the candle light and see everything.
I see everything?
I miss to see a candle too.
The ghost of a candle haunts me.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Life, Where Is life!
Life is always light
for some
Life is always fight
for some,
Life is full of light
For some
Life is without light for some,
Life is search for light,
Some live a long life,
Some live for a short,
Some live for a purpose,
some live for themselves,
Some live for others,
Some are good thinkers,
Some are fantastic,
Some live in fantasies,
Some are short sighted,
And live a life, full of fight,
Some or long sighted,
And always stumble!
Some are great by birth,
Some are great by thoughts,
Some are great by deeds,
some are really great,
and they have the vission,
They have the strength and will,
they look as a lake still,
Yet they are full of life,
They always smile
And keep worries way a mile!
some has ways open, some has to open them on own,
Some Wander where life takes,
Some take life where they want,
Some are really great
Those realise, if not there is either birth or death,
Who is there to say what is life?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Blood Stained Shoes
Here I stand with beating heart,
Laid bare and bleeding in outstretched hands.
Take it please. I don't want it any more.
I've ripped it out, removed the aching part,
I don't know how else I might find peace.
While you are in such deep distress.
But my sorrow grants not your happiness,
In fact my grief may hinder it.
So why do I stand here, heart in my hands,
Dripping blood onto my shoes?
If I find my happiness, might it encourage yours?
But here I stand foolishly, blood staining my shoes.
I'm desperate to detour your destructive path.
And in my mind, hold a photograph, of what I want for you.
Abrupt insight allows me to see, you have visions of your own.
And I recognize, I can't achieve, even what I've envisioned for me.
So how, oh how, can I unshackle you?
How can I think there is anything I can do?
I fear it's time to let go, to trust, your life is between God & you.
I can't surrender, cannot resign. I always will be near.
I must let go, & learn to know, your life is yours I can't control,
You alone can find your niche and I must find mine too.
My happiness, my peace, my liberty,
Like yours, is between my God and me,
But take my throbbing heart I plead, it really belongs to you.
It will comfort to me, and I believe, it will be safe with you.
My mind and soul are all I need to carry me on through.
Besides while I stand holding it here, it keeps dripping on my shoes.
You take it, mercifully. Your footsteps fade, you navigate your way.
Following, surely please, in The King's footprints, I pray.
And I turn to see where my Lord leads me.
What works I should do, where I should be,
I search the horizon for my own fulfillment, for my tranquility,
I pray I find my road and plan, and I pray you find yours too.
We'll encounter again when the time is right, I anticipate that day.
We'll be well & content, it must be so, I can't accept any other way.
But until you are healed, your heart renewed, MY heart goes with you.
I seek my dreams with empty chest, & love & faith, in blood stained shoes.
poem by DonnaJ York
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Short Peoople
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
To live
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little fett
Well I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Round here
Short People are just the same
As you and I
(A Fool Such As I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It's A Wonderful World)
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
'Round here
song performed by by Randy Newman
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They Are All Gone
they were all here, and they were my only brothers
although they are all gone, they will forever dwell in my memory
in the presence and in the absence of all the others
they wrote into hearts a message, compiling the pages of their short lives and stories
To my late beloved brothers, your memory lives on
poem by Sicelo Sithole
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Whispering lips
when we touch each other the flower bloom,
the butterfly sip and the bees dance for
joy
when we hold our hands together, the moon
and star brighten the night
when we close our lips, near to our lips, the
minute of time becomes a moment of
everlasting memories
when we bring our two hearts in the altar of
matrimony, we forget our own identity and
learn to love, tell death do as part
when we share our victory that lives we
take and live is something to believe, we learn
to offer ourselves for us to grow
when we know that leaving is living with you,
till etenity brings, our lives learn to give
and share the best we can do
when we have a chance to meet again,
remember always that, i will always give my
whole life to you
when everything says goodbye.....my heart
will always treasure your soul, the essence of
your love is my destiny‘s end
poem by Antonio Liao
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Used As Blood Transfusions
What am I hoping to accomplish,
With my 'poetic' offerings?
That's a good question.
Maybe one day they will be used,
As blood transfusions.
'You are joking, right? '
Of course I am.
I meant heart transplants.
But then again,
Some of the 'stuff' I write...
Have lives of their own.
They may not want to be used,
To jump start somebody else's existence.
'Well...
I must admit,
Some things written do seem to have lives...
All their own.'
That's true.
I have written some things to have people tell me,
I wrote as if I was looking inside their hearts.
And...
They had not a clue,
I knew that already.
Most writers to be admired have that ability.
However,
I will admit...
I do wish to have my 'work',
Flowing through the veins of people.
'You are such a joker.'
I know.
Some have found me to be,
Quite hysterical.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let Us Begin
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it appears on.
I am the son of a grassland farmer
Western oklahoma nineteen forty three
I always felt grateful to live in the land of the free
I gave up my father to south korea
The mind of my brother to vietnam
Now there's a banker who says i must give up my land
There are four generations of blood in this topsoil
Four generations of love on this farm
Before i give up i would gladly give up my right arm
What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for
I had a son and my son was a soldier
He was so like my father, he was so much like me
To be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could be
He gave up his future to revolution
His life to a battle that just can't be won
For this is not living, to live at the point of a gun
I remember the nine hundred days of leningrad
The sound of the dying, the cut of the cold
I remember the moments i prayed i would never grow old
What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for
For the first time in my life i feel like a prisoner
A slave to the ways of the powers that be
And i fear for my children, as i fear for the for the future i see
Tell me how can it be we're still fighting each other
What does it take for a people to learn
If our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burn
What are we making weapons for
Why keep on feeding the war machine
We take it right out of the mouths of our babies
Take it away from the hands of the poor
Tell me, what are we making weapons for
Have we forgotten
All the lives that were given
All the vows that were taken
Saying never again
Now for the first time
This could be the last time
If peace is our vision
Let us begin
Have we forgotten
All the lives that were given
All the vows that were taken
Saying never again, never again
Now for the first time
This could be the last time
If peace is our vision
Let us begin, let us begin
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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More Than Words Can Say...
Some writers like short poetry. Others don't.
Some will write long lines... Others won't...
Some like to embellish... Others can't...
Some write with relish... Others shan't...
In poetry, we explore the twists and turns of love.
The blessings here... and the burdens there.
Did we feel we'd reached the end of the theme?
Did we have more lines left unshared?
Did we sense that all was said?
If we forced ourselves to write a few more ideas, what then?
Would we abandon the initial lines along the way?
Writing starts with a wry-tingle... then a knowing within.
We reach for pen and paper or keyboard and computer.
We may begin with a title to spark us off...
We may have a pun in mind as a punchline...
Whatever gets us to begin is useful.
Whatever we create, success or failure, helps.
We learn as we go... Here a little, there a little.
We mature in our favourite themes...
We explore new horizons just for the sake of expression.
We may not conquer all poetry styles.
We may be completely average at first.
Falling in love helps writers become pilgrims.
The editing stages drag us all down to the depths of despair.
We plough through punctuation, clamber through commas.
We press on past exclamation marks towards the mountaintop.
There, we see things clearly. The view is outstanding!
It's there that we sense that we must share our vision!
From then on, we strive to pass on that exhileration!
Surely it isn't pearls before swine, we ask?
Surely the people will praise us for our poetry?
Surely we will be honoured by one and all?
No... but still the eternal flame of faith burns brightly!
No matter where we go, God knows us truly...
If we permit Him, He will inspire us totally!
Then, at the end, the blessing will be given:
A mighty blessing for the most dedicated and passionate souls.
Those that burnt out in the name of love.
Those that went the extra mile, by day, by night.
Those that fought fiercely against cutthroat criticisms.
Those that anointed others with the outpouring of grace.
For what is a writer? What is a poet?
We are only thinkers. Our sentiments are meant to amuse.
Our meditations are those of the common man.
Yet God will stir us up! Our pens will dance and spin.
Our hearts will beat the faster, simply because we seek truth.
And if we share wisdom, we will bless the wise.
And if we share folly, we will make the fools to laugh.
Yet if we share what God leads us to reveal...
Surely we will be worthy of His respect...
And more than this no man truly needs...
Except forgiveness, a measure of mercy, a portion of poetry...
That's all I would impart this day...
Food for thought... A feast to some, a taster for others...
A passing of another midnight hour for me...
poem by Denis Martindale
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A Search For Humility
Humility is a place where men of
all color and religion can meet in
the spirit of peace and love.
Humility is a place where brother embraces
brother where the common bond, is the
common goal.
Is there any such place as humility? Yes.
However, one has to first find it within
themselves, least they not recognize it,
when they come upon it.