How terrible it would if I couldn't hear,the sounds of the earth and its bounty
the welcome wonderful children's voices in their laughter, free, clear!
Ringing out , catching, capturing the attention, in spite of the clamor of
superficial machines man has made.
Their beauty, the sincerity, the realness,
the joy of youth, in its pure innocence without the show of chrades.
How can we arrogantly march off past and leave, forsake this pure form of living:
and purposely, calculatingly manufacture for ourselves, superfeciality? Veneers
of pompuosity, shallow as the shadow
of sincerity; the end to be distress of mind, depression of heart, as a dirge to
earnestness the pretense of affection and care, to drain all of faculty's
resources; an empty shell its fruits, burned out wilderness its environment.
Nothing really gives; the gain??? Strive for good, sacrifice for sincerity of
purpose; live for real moral, ethical spiritual love and physical love will be in
that form of work.
by
James Gargus
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