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Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...
My voice is spilling a fullness that’s due. They’re not my words to keep, they belong to you.
My voice will not quiver, save for standing slack jawed at what I have done to the earth. I’ll not tremble in fear, my belief will shake away all of my useless weight; kings and queens, despots, and warring leaders.
You’ll not find me quivering or bent or wanting, my tongue will be drenched in goodness, hope and humanity, plummeting from an immense joy, a shield from the great noise, a pathway to the spoken word of peace, the sound and silence of creation.