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Matter Over Mind
 




OUR days are numbered as dry withered grass,
LIVES, after much consideration, are but brief
BEGIN with hard decisions, which too shall pass
TO choose poorly results in excess grief.
END of the road may near but looms forever;
THE odd thing…at the end is still a choice.
DAY, stretching out, seems its end is never
WE need be wary to choose the Master’s voice.
BECOME, are we, reluctant to face pain,
SILENT as the grave with calls for volunteers.
ABOUT avoiding stress, seeking none again
THINGS may look improved when the grey cloud clears.
THAT clearly stands…leaving memories behind;
MATTER over matter, over matter, over mind!



Quote, used vertically,
from: Martin Luther King, Jr






By cherryk

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