Rise Up And Walk Comments

(Article)Life is but a turning mystery, with no stable moment. As the earth does revolve, so does life. That night comes, strained with anxiety, gaits in a chameleonlike lopsided manner. Minutes seems added to each hour, but not; the night of sorrow, a desert time, when consolation is farfetched. But, at the darkest time of the night, we begin to experience day break. So, I urge you, rise up and walk, for it will be day time, and it will surely be true that every condition bears no permanent mark.
Winter approaching, with its keen breath, rude and rough; barrens the green plant from its lusty leaves and distills the sap. And, every summer terrestrial, ere fresh and strong, is then bereft of its glory and beauty. But, from the persevering fruit do we obtain the sweetest juice. So when fortunes do frown, mishandled by winters rude breeze, and farewell is your great renown; be thou thy face not so disfigured. Your greatest courage should be supplied to your perseverance; So that with faith and hope, you will rise up and walk.
The unforeseen circumstances of life are hidden beyond our eyes. When they hit, we must move. We must keep focused, because our life is heading towards a purpose. When the reverse comes, life will seem to be at its brim. Every air will seem hot, every breeze rough and unkind, the sun all fire, night of horrors; dreams cannot do without nightmares. Arise the man of yourself, speak with the voice of the soul, and silence the flesh. Awake, least the blind passions of this weak flesh contrive.
Not for the beautiful flowers do I cast my judgment, though I do have rudiments as the floriculturist. Yet, I know it is but pruned, well dressed by the pitiless secateurs; the beauty is showcased. Not for the alluring gold, glittering with captivation, that nothing is purchased or sold beyond its prize. Though I do know it's but well refined in the abyss of furnace. But for you do I question make, thy troubles of this life, is it a cross or a curse? Have you not heard of the saints, who now dwell in the eternal bliss of heaven, how cruelly their torture was, and Christ the king of martyrs, suffered the ever incomparable torment. Now, He is the everlasting king. So it is, that life is not a bed of roses, but if it be, then roses have thorns. Carry your cross, rise up and walk for in every venture, there is success. Know you that "NO Cross, No Crown."
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