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.