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Her Answer


When the setting sun revealed its vow above the dusk on the horizon’s edge it ushered in the hours of darkness behind its hallowed cradle and I found myself rapt by the creatures stepping out, flying above, hopping around, speaking the incantation of nature, without weapons, without the injustice of a loveless power, without questioning the reality that brought them here.

To them, paradise is this moment, this minute, this flash, this present time of worship, now, this instant, not in a while or when called away to eversleep.

Beasts moving within the cycle of life, upon the one thing, the only Home they’ve ever known, smile at the sustenance found within their original dwelling, the only paradise they’ve ever dreamed… or imagined.

Even if it’s merely this time around, this chance, it’s not in vain, for the animal hasn’t a need to know, or time to be bothered with why, what, who or when. They abide by the unwritten allegiance to being; the nameless worship, the comfort found in Home.

O! Let me hope I shackle my bloodthirsty animal and remember kindness upon the living’s unique return! O! That I might realize my beast and call for its desertion to my animal’s delight and reward!

She awaits my belief and demands that I remember, so she may deliver her answer kindly, with unquestioned affection, if I'll but surrender. However, if I fail to heed the original promise, let me pray her answer comes as swift as my stubbornness.


© 2011 by mark prime

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