My Prose

Sun set has arisen again over the moon purple has become blue .Red Clay Indian Sky has become mountains again & again. Mountain sky lights are brazen bright. San-Te Fe Mexican and Indian heritage overlooking faith.Tribe after Tribe,family after family,tear after tear ,a village of sacred family culture and generations to come and to be given lessons.Some might and one might knoweth of only faith and one prayer,One God all mighty and Only God alone can & will be,in he alone is solace and the truth.As many faces look upon one another,knoweth not to be unknown, And treasure thine heart and blood that is.AS mankind is here Lord,we are here on this solid ground and not sinking sand .I poureth my hope into the Lord God,my faith,I owe my salvation to my Lord and Savior.The river that floweth in thine heart,must be of kinship and relative.One village,One tribe,One Queen. Famille gather together on this land and live many trails and tribulations ,many nations,the flag still stands as the National A them is recited it is in his hands and it is only because he lives. Liveth for my blood that is only because he lives and has risen again.Just one day,just one hour,just one minute,just one second,just one week ,just one year,American,Foreign,human being,flesh and blood,borne on this earth.