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The Vessel and the Passenger

THE VESSEL AND THE PASSENGER I am but a man put on this earth by the creator of all man kind, to be used as a vessel to spread his goodness his mercy, his love, his joy, his pain, his inspirations and, his triumphs. To pass on infiniteness of creation itself. I stand tall, firm, steadfast to the earth like a centuries old oak tree that may sway in the wind, but will never fall...for I have been here for centuries past and centuries to come, for storms that have visited and storms that will last. The one that I represent is still greater than all. He moves mountains, heals souls, make rainbows, and listens to hearts. He absorbs our pain. He is the essence of beginnings! I am but a woman put on this earth by the creator of all human kind, to be a passenger on the vessel, to help spread, his goodness, his mercy, his love and his joy, his pain, his inspirations, his triumphs, and to pass on infiniteness of creation itself I stand tall, strong, with deep-seated roots of an old oak tree, with the gentleness and longevity of a fig tree that bare the fruit of the world. I will stand up to the storms and sway in the wind. But I will not fall, for I am from the creator that makes oceans, and skies, and moves the generations of all! We are man and woman. We are equal and separate. We spread unconditional love, joy, hope, and comfort, laughter, songs harmony, visions of all that can be. We are man and woman from the very depths of our souls, with spirits that soar! and pain that burns, and hearts that under stand. Passing on to generations, the rules of the land, and praising the creator of us all! We are the chariots of life! We are the seeds of existence. We are man and woman and we stand tall. We are man and woman . . . We stand as one. We are man and woman the vessel and the passenger.

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