Dear Wes
Reflections
Shall we then take this seed of hatred and plant it in the fertile soil of heart and mind, nourishing it each day until it turns upon the very soil from whence it sprang and, like a vulture, jealous of the little spot it holds, devour in entirety the reason of our minds and the mercy of our hearts.... and viewing then its power over our blighted frames.... strikes still deeper and invade the sacred portals of our souls...
I have looked into the heart of man and now I tiptoe across the abyss and tremble lest I stumble and become one with him. There are some who tiptoe with me, and the catwalk is long and our vigilance never ending, for they mean to have us or to cast us out. Already united in evil, we must not too be united in complacency........If I have done the deed, then let me be sorry for the deed, not the consequences... Let my heart not cry because of my conscience, but because of my act.
Are we in truth children of love or of hate??? And if of love, why is hatred so - so often our more natural state? It is but the work of a moment to call the pack....its fearful deeds to employ... Their Sunday dress laid aside and all that Sunday built - by Sunday eve...(if indeed it lasts so long...) they hasten to destroy!
There is only one me. There never has been and never will be the exact same composite of genes and etc. which go into the chemistry of my body.... there never has been nor ever will be the exact same joys, longings, sorrows, murmurings of life as I have heard them; warmth of the sun; cold winds - as I have felt them...loves as I have felt them... No two hands touch the same, no two ears hear the same or eyes see... No two souls are the same, for I am, and you are and never again shall we ever be...
We are each unique. We are each a priceless gem, for nowhere is there another like us. Let us then give off a light which reflects our great worth... In bearing, word, and deed let us live a glory to our single breed! And yet, in truth, I am not only one, but like a woven tapestry... there are the threads of sires past in me and I in thee...
I have looked into the heart of man and now I tiptoe across the abyss and tremble lest I stumble and become one with him. There are some who tiptoe with me, and the catwalk is long and our vigilance never ending, for they mean to have us or to cast us out. Already united in evil, we must not too be united in complacency........If I have done the deed, then let me be sorry for the deed, not the consequences... Let my heart not cry because of my conscience, but because of my act.
Are we in truth children of love or of hate??? And if of love, why is hatred so - so often our more natural state? It is but the work of a moment to call the pack....its fearful deeds to employ... Their Sunday dress laid aside and all that Sunday built - by Sunday eve...(if indeed it lasts so long...) they hasten to destroy!
There is only one me. There never has been and never will be the exact same composite of genes and etc. which go into the chemistry of my body.... there never has been nor ever will be the exact same joys, longings, sorrows, murmurings of life as I have heard them; warmth of the sun; cold winds - as I have felt them...loves as I have felt them... No two hands touch the same, no two ears hear the same or eyes see... No two souls are the same, for I am, and you are and never again shall we ever be...
We are each unique. We are each a priceless gem, for nowhere is there another like us. Let us then give off a light which reflects our great worth... In bearing, word, and deed let us live a glory to our single breed! And yet, in truth, I am not only one, but like a woven tapestry... there are the threads of sires past in me and I in thee...
Don't mind me.
Love,
Hannah
Love,
Hannah
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