The Riches of Writing

I'm no stranger to poverty so I will continue on my path to the riches of writing. Helping those in need of a shoulder to lean on in times of trouble. He's my brother he's not heavy. Service to your fellow man has the weight of a feather not the burden of heavy gold. To see the eye of your own soul gives you freedom in knowing the truth shall set you free. The safety and warmth of your mothers womb has wisdom that mortal men know little. Mother nature's love warms us in sunrise and in sunset forever protecting us from harming ourselves. To pick up a stone and heave it against an other rock has no value its best to lay it down so it may have heat to warm hands that need healing.

Maurice J Asselin