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At That Moment...

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. __Martin Luther King, Jr.

It was at that moment that the poets observed the famished ertH; a sight worth sharing, peace and brotherhood, the revolutionaries of humankind making their way, stepping to the dream of freedom.

If a person hasn't discovered something that they will die for, they haven’t begun to live.

Now spirit up your voice stewards! Remember your plea to the heavens, recall the days of sacrifice and chains, never let slip their lessons. We’ve heard them spoken time and again; words radiating a sky of courage residing within the divine rights of all life; a hunger to be esteemed and always free.

They cannot erase our fingerprints. They may shackle and beat our flesh, but they cannot cage our collective hope. They may bring us to our knees, terrify our wits, but never can they remove the indelible wish.

It’s long in coming now, these many years of wavering wings, fading embers and loveless wars. Have you heard the pluck of liberty dancing upon the strings? It’s nearing Home; our heart, most ready to live if we’ll but greet the eartH with a great Love!

It was at that moment, The instant that the bullet released its quake and moved across the eartH’s soul like a bow, bidding us to soar above the wounds of humankind, in that instant, the child of peace began its long journey, the poor, the tired, the tangled masses did begin to move; the strings this murder had set aquiver commenced to stir a famished (H)eartH.


© 2010 by mark prime


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