As I look into the depth of the sky,trying to fathom the heart of man, dry tears shed, overflows my soul ,in search of the inner peace that keeps the light of my temple burning bright.So many distractions from our purpose.Lets go back froward to the days when we could flourish in his presence,and blossom as soul mates for we are one united in his worship. ....................................................................................................If the Negro is not careful he will drink in all the poison of modern civilization and die from the effects of it . Marcus Garvey
