This morning take some time. To walk around. And see for yourself. How far over time have we as a human race: arrived. In a world we figured out; how to live with. And one day live without one another.
Glady's Knight & The Pips.
I heard your voice, as a small child. Growing up in one of my elders. Of my Auntie's old shack houses.
Until time said; she next online. Of what was written in the Book of Life. Happened overtime. For us to see. A different day. Ontop of a new foundation.
And in those old crates. From that house. It was filled; with. Music.
They fed the old recipes. My people sat in rooms. Filled with laughter at tables.
We could hear; what this auntie kept; stored away. Of music.
The music she thought Grandma; could not hear.
It's all the family gatherings. And what we all know; about human history is this.
Music reminds of the times. We are living in.
And there is also the music. Of how Good God is. Because of what time; allowed. US in all to remember.
To never forget where you come from.
Who you belong to.
And where you're going.
You're never alone. In this skin. Of where God put US in this; life. With a purpose. In our individual; presence.
Because one day. We're All going somewhere. In the same. If not alternate directions.
Whether we're all together. If not healing are flying away; far apart.
It's in the music. Every race of him are her. Lives the past, presence and what becomes; of their future.
I am the author. In the library of my own thoughts. Of Written dialogue in Blogs.
Angela L. life.lit.com
