Poetry lives all around us. today we have heard the echo of it’s footsteps be silenced. Sadness is all I hear now. After a certain point in the de-evolution of a species, forgiveness becomes a mute point.
Bless the soul of Cecil and take away his pain
“If you kill all the beauty in a world, the children
will grow only to know their way,
through your darkness”
There are times I am tested as a member of the human race to hold my head up. Today is one of those days. Not because of anything I have done, at the moment. We are all fallible. The question is, “Have I done enough?” Days like today test me and I have to cry out I failed my brother and my sisters. I failed Cecil. We failed each other. We being humans, certainly not Cecil or an other of the children of this Earth. There is always more spiritual work to be done. It never ends. One has to sleep, eat, earn currency, and once in a while stop and refuel The Lamp…
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