I was thinking about it again the other day.
I'm not sure of. I can't remember the name.
It was down the street from my apartment and I used to go by there pretty
often
once a month or so.
It was set back from the street and courtyard garden.
Your God, the winding path as strong as zero, about four or five trees.
It had beautiful tall windows and red stone walls.
I never went inside.
It was clear to me that I should keep it as it was in my imagination.
The most peaceful place.
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for I,
I is here half time.
How do you name it? What do you call it? What I mean is what do you call
it when your family, your home, your people, your God, your very identity
have been eradicated by a barbaric act.
I am on the verge of it. I am on the verge of telling everyone and anyone
who will listen. But is there anyone left to listen? Who can grasp the
heights of depravity? Human nature can attain.
Listen to me. My ways are lost and forgotten but my restoration lies in
creating a name for that which destroyed me. A name for which there is no
word and yet it already exists in the minds of mortal men.
Could you hear it? Could you smell it? Could you feel what I and others
like me have already tasted
this word. My creation and my destruction.
Look to this day. The present day for yesterday is gone, remains as a
dream. The dream of yesterday. Tomorrow is a vision, a blur, uncertain but
a sure and a perfect dream. For another day, the invisible truth of our
future, our wisdom yet to unfold tomorrow. A vision of hope today is
tomorrow I was scared of. Now. That is here behold today today, a time
unchangeable today, a gift from the creator. It is called a present today.
How can I leave it to make it history for yesterday today? And or some
way to remember yesterday with joy and happiness with thanksgiving in my
heart that oh God, I made it through today is a dream come true for
yesterday. Today is a dream of hope for tomorrow. Today is the future I
was waiting for dear Lord. Help me make today the best I can be cleanse me
today and make me what you want me to be. What do you do for me within me
, through me and around me for your own sake would determine the rest of
my life.
Today. I commit myself in your hands, dear Lord, because you are my future
and my present. Let me never forget where I have come from so that I
appreciate where I am and where I am going. Let me always embrace today in
your presence. Hold my right hand, keep me in your bosom that I may
courageously work with you as you lead me through today to make history
for yesterday to hold the title on you for you hold tomorrow.