CREDEMUS

                                                                        CREDEMUS



  Each of us knows that we are,



                And expects that we always shall be -      Except, now and then, in an uncertain hour -



  Life stops  -  and our Spirit  breaks  free  .  .  .  .  .





  I must say right here I don't care for that stuff



                And don't think it  fair that we don't have enough              of the time and the place where we all can share



          with those who are there,      what we have,        that we care.







        I only can hope that when gone from Space,



                  Our Thoughts will  converge  into    LIGHT



                                    and there . .  .  . .  .  in the MIND  of the    SPIRIT  RACE



                                             

                                        WILL    OUR  LIFE    IN    ALL    WAYS      ALWAYS    BE    BRIGHT