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Cold with-in A poem I read this morning, That reminds of the times we live in. If only we could change. Six humans trapped by happenstance in black and bitter cold Each possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story's told. Their dying fire in need of logs, the first woman held hers back For on the faces around the fire She noticed one was black. The next man looking 'cross the way Saw one not of his church And couldn't bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered clothes He gave his coat a hitch, Why should his log be put to use To warm the idle rich? The rich man just sat back and thought Of the wealth he had in store, And how to keep what he had earned >From the lazy, shiftless poor. The black man's face bespoke revenge As the fire passed from his sight, For all he saw in his stick of wood Was a chance to spite the white. And the last man of this forlorn group Did naught except for gain, Giving only to those who gave Was how he played the game. The logs held tight in death's stilled hands Was proof of human sin, They didn't die from the cold without, They died from the cold within. I think we need to built a fire within. Love ya all, Mary and Wilber love ya all wilber |
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1/20/2008 10:42 am |
who wrote it? The world will never change unless we validate people for their contributions.
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Urgetomerge, I really don't know, I found it posted on yahoo but no author. Leeroy love ya all wilber
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It is awsome THANKS for sharing it....RED Some believe in destiny, some believe in fate. I believe that happiness is something we create
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1/20/2008 1:57 pm |
great blog......Carol "Love One Another, As I Have Loved You" Luke 22:1-38; John 13
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