Language - Poem by chuck Hurley
It is not academics, familarity and understanding of an ology nor the spiritual realm
Nor the leaders of the many who are the stewards of our cultures as captains of the helm
Responsible for reducing the pressures of our world and help the children overoverwhelm.
Think good thoughts and pursue good acts for they will serve you well
It is evil intent and actions that put you on the road into hell
Evil is consistent whose purpose is to change, convince or cajole
To accept the sacrifice of a child's life for a human cause is its primary role.
Better to be saved and put on the new
Let the old ways be for the old but not for you
Tho you are one you came out of the love of two
It is true, 'tho there are many there are also too few'.
Trying to search and understand and then do not; is a waste of time
If you believe then do so not in your heart but more inside your mind
God will always be more than mankind is able to see, touch or define.
The universal loving creator of every child; is the same God of yours and mine.
Words are similar to life for they usually have a beginning, middle for you and me
But they can not speak nor think for themselves and not change or turn into a tree
The most long lasting and enduring is the human; who needs the support of the previous three.
Words become archaic, obsolete and finally the language will eventually die
What happens to their definitions and meaning or doesn't it really make a difference why?
Most languages are younger than any one of the human race
Matters not its color nor the physical part of their face.
Everything we were, everything we are and everything we will eventually become
Our minds influenced by mostly males; whether we be daughters or sons.
Be wary of worldly knowledge as the digit zero was of more import then the digit one
Also the condemation that the rotation of earth took one year to circle our gift of sun.
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