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As Suddenly As It Began- Madness!



The thunder rolls, the large rain begins, dime sized drops, then, as suddenly as it began, the thunder rolls again... and it all stops.

Surrounded by life’s nectar I can’t help but give thanks. I won’t curse the rain, who am I to question creation’s delight?

I’ve the tar sands and acid rain! Reduced oxygen and climate change!

I’ve water pollution and warfare! Major flooding and polluted air!

Global warming, greenhouse effect! Population growth and arsenic!

Mercury, cadmium, chromium, and lead! I’ve murder, I’ve rape, cruelty and dread!

STOP! ...END THIS, MY GODFOULED MADNESS!

Let me emerge with great passion and embolden my Love! Let me steady my hands and ready my head to make up for what I've done!

Remember where I am. Let me love. Let me pray. Let me weep. Come, sister! Come brother! I believe I must celebrate Love’s resurrection and forever remember that life comes from The Mother… You?


© 2011 by mark prime


Natural Resources Defense Council

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