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Muddling through the masses--soul to soul
Rising day to day incomplete, not whole--
For what is missing is that spiritual connect
That satisfies the body, even the intellect…
LOVE

Wandering around bumping into each other we meet
One muses in her mind how the Loving Father
Could allow such misery and grief to visit our feet.
Yet, in spite of these mitigating factors
One chases the one thing that really matters…
LOVE.

So, onward we tread over hate and confusion
Because we must come to this very conclusion
That no matter of the time and energy we expend
We all are creatures who will have lived our lives
And the journey will end in…
LOVE.

M. Elizabeth Smith