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What Is His Name

What is his name? Where are we going? We are all on a roundabout to somewhere, Some of us are conscious of something called God. Some of us are conscious of nothing but greed. Where will it take us this mental aberration? Should we sit down and simply surrender? Should we carry on in ignorant splendor? Life is so complicated in its striving for riches. God is so simple if it’s cut back to basics. Love cannot help if we don’t take the care. A man told me to give and to share. But we can’t see the point of working to give. How can we share if we need money to live? Who will care for us in our old age? Surely not a man who thinks he’s a sage. He’s not here anymore, did he really exist? I’m sure you won’t find him on anyone’s list. Simply look inside yourself, don’t be scared. Call out his name and you will be heard. What is his name? I hear you say. Whatever you believe, I say in reply. So go ahead, don’t be shy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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