Although our tendency is to falter beneath the weight of all despair; we should reject the urge to surrender or at least handle defeat with care. When mischief be the master we pastor a the flock disaster; dying sadly ever after we cling closely to our fate. Using our tears to shield the laughter, breaking bread with humble saints we scream forth in careless whispers ushering the dawn of a new found faith. Why should we fear forever when tomorrow shall find us falling; longing for some shelter in this paisley colored rain…amidst the mischief, the laughter and the turbulence of disdain; although we tend to falter we shall rise above the pain –Thurman A. Williams © 2015
an excerpt from Cafe Karma
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