Looking out the window, wondering where, to go too live to ask myself?
Have I died, coming here is there a meaning for me,If so to look at myself, I ask
I ask myself,what do I see,in you in your body,to appreciate,is it for the world to app-
reciate me ? Or is it for me to appreciate the world ?
That is the question ? Appreciation to smile,to be happy,to give to accept, to love
giving greetings, to touch gentlely, with feelings of joy, love and concern.
As to touch a new born with all the love that a man could give. And that might
have been, the second time that a man has tried to believe, and to peer into the clouds,
No blessing To Live With;
Written By: Mr.Rufus Murry Jr.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Rufus Murry Jr. Published on e-Stories.org on 11.11.2012.