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Tate Morgan Jun 2014
If our faith can move a mountain
then it should save a soul
To have untapped faith in oneself
is life's great gift and goal

Within all children lay a dream
to be more than their parts
To open gifts within themselves
warming their tiny hearts

Ask a small child this question
"what do you want to be"
Always it's seems there's something grand
through their minds eye they see

So where do all the lost come from
who find their dreams have died
Who see their hopes all washed away
as if cast on the tide

No one can say with assurance
what happened to those souls
How all their dreams in life were lost
or for whom the bell tolls

If asked of me I would just say
truth is hard to admit
The mind is not a vessel filled
but a fire to be lit

Tate
Original poem with pictures of my granddaughter
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/634176/
Who can say with any assurance that they know where their life will take them?
But like all of us I too had dreams. Maybe they were a bit lofty. Maybe they were naive. We all know the boundless wonder of becoming an astronaut or fearless explorer.
However the man who crushes a child's dreams may as well have killed him.
Forever is the innocence lost. Forever will he doubt the word of all adults. Lost is the beauty of divinity. Lost the love of fair play. Gone the reward for decency, never to return. This is why we must take our responsibility for the young as a most divine effort and solemn responsibility.
Tate Morgan Jun 2014
If size were what life was about
then we would not matter a bit
Not to the thoughts that man can dream
nor all the sins he could commit

Our mind is what gives us value
sensitive beyond its design
Compassion and love will endure
in our children both yours and mine

This little blue planet of life
the only home that we know of
Holds us in it's loving embrace
as here was born every love

No matter what life can collect
nor how long life grants you in time
Why would it matter to the earth
or to heights of mountains you climb

Humanity won't remember
the man who commanded his friends
Only he who gives hope and love
so that life on earth never ends

Tate

Original larger than life version with music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/647092/
Can a thought or feeling be larger than a universe? Love is the only trait that is worth remembering because it is meant to be given away selflessly. The recipient is as happy to receive it as you were to give it!
Tate Morgan May 2014
We come to terms with our mistakes
to strive, to try, then fail, to win
Seeing what bitter food it makes
tasting the tempting fruits of sin

Looking back along the past
succeeding through our strain
Makes us value life at last
with its unending strife and pain

Who once failed, find triumph sweet
where once stumbled, cry beware
To the other unaccustomed feet
victory comes to those who dare

Are we but images made of God
his work in labored progress
Made from the dust and the sod
our one sheer moment of happiness

What strife encumbers, the soul awakes
learning the errors, of our troubled route
Through sorrows, of our sad mistakes
come truths, we could not live without


Tate
We face them every day, and sleep with them every night. Our character is defined by how we deal with our mistakes! For those of us who learn best the hard way this is both bittersweet and true
Tate Morgan May 2014
If I could create my own god
a soul of both solace and mirth
He who needs no one’s flatteries
nor demands them from all the earth


He would not possess jealousy
a trait that even men despise
Showing each one he is equal
within the lord of this worlds eyes


Having made of each a sinner
he would love all of us the same
Blaming himself for our failings
not tempering us in a flame


Our lives would be a tapestry
a quilt of love, that beauty built
Where he'd take pride in what we are
and not punish us, for his guilt

Tate
We have to keep our God placated with prayers, and even then we are never sure of him -- how much higher and finer is the Indian's God......Our illogical God is all-powerful in name, but impotent in fact; the Great Spirit is not all-powerful, but does the very best he can for his ***** and does it free of charge.
Mark Twain

It seems that it truly is our own intolerance of others that will do us all in. We need to occasionally look at ourselves and the things we believe. How else can we ever effect change. It almost makes me wonder why Jesus decided to come here as a 6 ft white man with blue eyes. This in a area where the population is under six ft tall and has light brown skin and brown eyes. He certainly would have stood out. We all know what populations do to those who are different. It is enough to ponder that a man doesn't know if he should laugh or cry! Could it be as simple an observation as this? Could it be true that man created God in his own image? That would surely be one way of explaining him acting like us.

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