Hate It Enough To Come To Love It !

The heart of war, meets the average working mans day, with some of the hate, they have more than learned to love. No, "Not everyone can say they love their job, like a warrior".

War me in to work, and know my soul has a heart for you as well, on the same side of hate in love. We need to be offered more, so as to share best.

To love it alone, and not be concerned about sharing the hate, leaves no sight unto the heart of leadership that made America. Share their pain, and smell more than the roses of your own. Visit the best roses of all, on their graves. Much more a-live, in the heart of souls more full worth unto "Were loving it", and not just I and I alone in so called love.

They made words hard to come by, as they should really be, "When truly words alone aren't enough, beyond the awards we give ourselves at times". Where's, your award, but just hung in one place, if at all at times ?

Then comes the new "Cemetery" on parade best standing still. The "Outside and In" beyond "Museum of Art" in some respects. The art world turns to look to the Vet. with even more respect of heart. Donations are brought forth beyond money, through talent of soul.

What was becomes, "Oh so much better, than just that's for me award" or "artifact". Even the children want their awards embossed into the so called tomb of only stone. We spend more time with some maps trying to find our way !

Love knows no bonds, it was said. You should want to visit more than the "Candy-Store". The place of so called death, wasn't meant to be of one days worth. You need to decorate more than their out-fits while their body lives, but their life of so called death.

How nice would it come to be, if we all could re-design our own awards in some shape or form or come to seek out others to help us where we leave off even now ? Start your children out to look upon your award of trophy or not. Tell them instead of praying this time before they eat, "That you want them to do something different in the spirit of love".

Where they have came to pass, there's still love waiting for you, to offer more than, "Where Kings are said to walk". Death doesn't stand still with the life of love ! Love doesn't come to raise the dead, for us to stop there ! The race moves even when it looks like, it's standing still, by those with beyond my award alone talent. The many styles of crosses that are sold, need not be alone.
You may not be able to come to sell a grave of stone or not but once if that.

You have it never to be removed again, of your best work. Natural disaster may come to die where your new "Cemetery Type Design" stands. Isn't that worth more than the sell you more than once off ?