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THE FAMILY OF MAN
I don't really know how they do it,
Myriad faces and forms
Plodding along endlessly,
Moving, chasing, roaming,
Going from here to there.
I commend the human Spirit.
How do they do it
Without going mad?
The trials and gifts
Come hand in hand.
The gifts are supreme;
The tests are hell,
But endlessly pushing on,
Pointing upward,
Dreaming dreams,
Existing and sometimes living a full life.
Each an important part of the whole,
The whole Family Of Man.
The human Spirit is indestructible.
And I can see it on their faces.
How do they do it
Without going mad?
It shows me the strength, the perfection,
The Holy Spirit present in each one of our lives.
©1994 Merry C. Battles
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