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RELIGION-WHICH ONE IS RIGHT ?

by

Joe Fazio

There are billions of humans that inhabit
this place called earth. Most, believe
in a Supreme Being. Most who practice
their religion, believe The One they
pray to, worship, is the true and only
Supreme Being.
Millions of human beings, are killed
each year, in the name of religion.
Since the beginning of time, armies of
people who practice religion, have slaughter,
maimed and murdered others, simply
because they practiced a religion that
was different than theirs.

So then, of the hundreds of religions
practiced...who is right?
ALL OF THEM ARE RIGHT. It matters not
what religion one practices. If in ones heart
they truly believe in that religion,
then, it is the right religion. For them.

I believe that there is a supreme being
I believe that a supreme being is by-lingual,
multi-colored, of all ethnic races
and accepts, and blesses, all who practice
religion. It matters not the name or faith.
If a man worships a rock, or tree, or any
idol or any kind--and believes in them, then
I say to you, THEIR RELIGION, is the TRUE
AND RIGHT RELIGION...for them.

It can not be, that one religion is the true
way to worship. For that would mean that
billions of others who do not practice that
religion...are wrong.

I believe in God. I was taught to believe in
God. However, that said, I must take into
consideration billions of others, that were
taught, a different religion than mine.
Does that make me right, and them wrong?
I do know this. Far to many of us fail to
understand, that faith, no matter what
form it takes...is that. Faith.

What of the suicide bombers and their families,
and the families that are being destroyed. These
people BELIEVE they are doing the right thing.
How do we change them? How do we make this
a better world? How do we stop all the madness.?
How sad it is, that ones belief, could be the
cause of world wide mayhem.

I do not have the answers to the miseries of the
world. To innocent children being slaughtered and
hundreds of thousands left homeless.
Perhaps the billions upon billions we spend on
the machine of war, could better be
used for humanitarian purposes

. I do know this. If we want a better world, it
must start by each one of us, trying to be better.

� Joe Fazio

Do Not Weep For Me

by

Joe Fazio

Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell
among the wonders of the earth; for my larger
self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other
side of pain...on the other side of darkness.

Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine
that touches your skin, a tropical breeze
upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart
and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your
hour of need, I will be there to comfort you.
I will share your tears, your joys, your fears,
your disappointments and your triumphs.

Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels,
and hear the music beyond the stars.

Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses
the flowers. I am the calm that follows a
raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats
among the garden of God, and I am pure
white snow that softly falls upon your hand.

Do not weep for me, for I shall never die,
as long as you remember me...
with a smile and a sigh.

� Joe Fazio

Have I Replaced You ?

by

Joe Fazio

Is someone taking your place? Replacing you would be
like trying to replace the sun...moon...stars and
replacing everything in life that brings a smile
to ones face.

Replacing you would remove all that is soft...
warm and that which represents love and all
that is worthwhile in life.

Replacing you would be akin to replacing the
energy that fuels another day. In the dakest of
hours, replacing you would remove the light of
hope that spurs one on.

Have I replaced you?
Never...not for all time to come and one day
thereafter... if there be such time.

I Miss You

by

Joe Fazio

I miss your quiet caring, your gentelness,
the softness of you, and the warm cloak
of your love.

I miss your smile that was always so
tentative, but warm like the sunshine,
gentle as the rain, and softer than a rose.

I miss your honesty, your caring and your loyaty.

I miss your eyes, nose...mouth. I miss the
sound, the comfort of your voice.

I miss your laughter, your joy-I miss
your tears, your kiss, your touch, and I
miss our bodies pressed together,
entwined as one.

I miss falling asleep with you in my arms,
and waking up to the warmness of you next to me.

I miss...I miss, everything about you.

How Could I Know?

by

Joe Fazio

I didn't know today, you would not
be here tomorrow.

I didn't know, I would never again hear
you speak my name, or say, "I love you".

I didn't know we would never again
make love. Never again, feel as one.
Never again experience that total
feeling of love and being loved.

I didn't know, that most of me, would
go where you have gone. That most
of who I am, would disappear into
that eternal dark and endless abyss.

I didn't know...without you, without us...
there would be no me.

I didn't know, how the cruel silence
of our empty house, would make me
weep, at the mere thought of you.

I didn't know how dark the days would
become and how empty and lonely
the nights would be.

I didn't know, the joy, in the music of
life, would forever cease.

I didn't know all our well meaning friends,
would all paraphrase the same words:
"Life goes on. You must go on."

I didn't know how....If could go on.
If I wanted to go on.
For without you, life was not life,
but merely existence.

I do know this. For me...never, for
all eternity, will there ever be another you.

There are days, I ache so much for you,
I find it almost impossible to breath.

I send you my heart and my soul, for without
you, they are but empty vessels.

Where ever you are...you know...I love you
now...and I always will.

If There Is Remembrance

by

Joe Fazio

When I am gone from here, this place
called earth, I shall miss the ones I
hold so dear.

I shall miss the music of the brook,
and the symphony of the sea.

I shall miss the meadows and the forest
and the flowers in the spring.

I shall miss the gray light of dawn, the blue
sky above and the gentle breeze on a
dark starry night.

I shall miss the hope of tomorrow, the rush
of the wind and the promise of love.

I shall miss the rain from the sky, the dew
on the grass and the softness of roses.

I shall miss the cold breath of winter, springs
gentle touch, the warmness of summer
and the beauty of fall.

I shall miss the joys in my life, the light that
is truth and the song of the blackbird.

I shall miss the laughter of chlidren, the
wisdom of age and my friends at my side.

I shall miss the silence of an early morn,
the whisper of the wind and the peace
in my heart.

I shall miss all that there is about this earth.
I shall miss you...life.

When Do I Think Of You?

by

Joe Fazio

I think of you in the peace
solitude and stillness of the early a.m., for
you are tranquillity.

I think of you on an ocean's front,
for you are the roar of the waves,
the power of the sea, and the salt in the air.

I think of you amidst a crowd
and the chorus of city sounds
..for that is my song, and you are the music.

You are my first thought of each new day,
and the last image I glimpse, as my eyes are
closed upon a feathered pillow.

In that secret place called sleep, it is you that
I search for, through shades of darkness and
clouds of cotton.

When do I think of you? Every moment
of my life. And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought...
it will be of you.

Did You Not Know?

by

Joe Fazio

How could you not know I
loved you? For it was always
in my eyes, in every touch and
in every polite embrace we've ever had.

It was in all the hello's and
all the goodbye's I'v ever spoken.

Could you not hear the pounding
of my heart and see the soaring
of my spirit?

How could you not
know I love you? I have asked
that question a thousand times.

If you are ever to love me, it must
be now. It is nearly the end
of my time, when the shadow of
the trees grow long and thin...
and then appear, no more.

What Of The Children

by

Joe Fazio

Who will teach our children?
Who will teach our children? I speak not
of the lessons of school, but those of
life, living and those of God.
Who will teach our children, that in
war no one wins and all humanity loses
a part of who we are.
Who will teach our children, that God,
morality, honesty, love and respect are
the coner stones of the civilized world.
Without them, mankind will crumble and
disappeared forever more.
Who will teach our children of compassion
for their fellow man and respect for anothers
God, or color or creed?
Who will teach our children, all these things
and more?
The answer is whispered in your love...beating
in your heart....and echoed in your soul.
Who will teach our children? ...It must be you.

Words To Live By

by

Joe Fazio

Money and that which is materialistic
erodes with the passing of time;
while knowledge knows no season
of death.
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One shall never discover greatness
on the road of imitation.
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It has been said that mans home is his
kingdom. While that might be true on
earth, is it not possible that in Heaven
above, it is but a speck of sand
beneath the feet of God?
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Charity for ulterior motives, is but a
selfish act in disguise.
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If you tell me of our history, I will
learn of the lives of great men and
women, who are immortalized in
scores of documents and books.
What of the millions of others, who
are not recorded the the 'Great Books? '
Who will they be remembered by and
where will their names be found?
Can it be, the sum total of human life,
is but their date of death upon a stone?
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A preoccupation with the thought of death,
is a forfeiture of the joy of life.
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Death is the mother of darkness, or the
mother of light; depending on how one
has lived their life.
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How intellligent is man, when he remains
the only beast in the kingdom to prey
on his own species?
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I have little regard for most media; for
they are parasites, who prosper at the
cost of the misery and dispair of others.
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Could it be that disasters of nature,
are a reminder from God, that He is?
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The history of every country is carved by
the hand of man, while the hope and love
of humanity, is born of a womens soul.
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You were the sunshine...
in the shadows of my life.
Now...I shall never see you again, and
the shadows...grow darker ever more.
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Like leaves floating from a maple in
autumn, so to do the days of life,
fall silently into the great beyond.
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Come...feast with me;
for the table of life, is abundant,
with the mysteries of existence.
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Is a reason to live,
and a reason to die...
drawn from the same pool of reason?
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Faith, is the light, that guides
one through the dark corridors of life.
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The trick in life, is to know the answers,
before the questions are asked.
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I don't know if I hold on to the past,
or the past holds on to me.
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You are my dream of the past...
and my ghost of the future.
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My writing, is the life raft,
that prevents my drowning,
in a turbulent sea of reality.
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I weep for all the things that use to be.
I weep for all...which will never be.
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In the end,
there is but one thing that truly matters;
love...or the absence of it.
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Most men, are at best, students of history.
For few, will ever become, makers of history.
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One knows true anguish, when words
fail to describe their pain...their tears
..their heart break.
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Why in daylight do we not hear the owl,
the cricket, the howl of the wolf, or
countless other sounds of the night?
Perhaps they are weary and sleep
throughout the light of day, only to wake
at night and raise their voices, in protest,
of what they perceive to be,
never ending darkness.
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Life is the ultimate gamble. In order to
receive returns, one must ri