On this same earth with songs replete,
Unto which unknown place the mind goes sailing?
It does not want to admit blocking walls,
Heeds not any static creed.
Blaring out go on the horns of Providence distant;
With resounding elegance everyone is equal.
Taking everyone along, looking at the side of all,
Everybody's language floats on fancy.
What had been and what departed;
All that stuff it's good just to forget.
What I'll do today, what I will ponder,
Cordially receiving songs that report sings.
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Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Music's contemplation
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Our future is bright... only sky is the limit when lives are filled with His songs.
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