Belief
Page after page of words blur before me. It is as if I am crossing to another time.
I read words written by a slave girl and about the woes of the blacks, the jews,
the indians, I see each page out before me. Each thought each word each rhyme
and all I can think is, Do these people believe that all is bad in the world. I see
the stories and hear them told over and over as if it is brand new. I wonder how
people seem to forget the good and focus solely on the bad.What a horrible way
to live, They have forgotten the truth of the reality that is in fact the only reality that
we can except that this iss our world we must not bemoan it, We must learn to
fight like the warriors we are. With the tools at hand. Let us not bemoan a plight
but more to look at it as a strenghing time for when we get a chance to fight we
will be as strong as we need to be for that moment when the reality of the world
is in our favor and we can win. It is in this that we must realise that we are never
alone but in the belief of our Father do I and you should to find the strength of a
warrior.
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