Occupy the streets that Home might recognize our spirit in motion, that Love might observe our observance with dry eyes bent in hope.
Occupy Love that Love might be the perfume for our journey, the beauty in our voice trumpeting with the solitary seed.
Occupy (H)eartH's mountains, rivers and streams, the forests, the prairies and dreams, be loving that (H)eartH might witness us in infinity.
Occupy the world, that Peace might know of our grief, our cries to the heavens, our eyes upon the beholder’s breathing proximity.
Occupy Forgiveness's tall affections that it might bring us relief and carry on creation’s ballet that turns freely beneath our feet.
Occupy (H)eartH's communion so Love senses our kind’s kinship surging to the floor, our joyful tap, tap, tapping atop the weeping loam.
Occupy Home, but first know our darkest dreams, know our glorious truth, know our duty, know our prayers, know ourselves.
Occupy our truth, our solitary awareness, that Creation might know our will and light our way across the eternal seas.
Occupy the world that Creation might know of our regret before Creation knows of our tearful worship curved in supplication across the landscape.
Occupy the world that Creation might sense our sorrow, but only after we've lifted our prayers in breath to breathe our belated lament.
Occupy Home that Creation might witness our grief, hear our humble tongue wag its love in this, our annunciation of truth.
We pray... Peace and Love
© 2011 by mark prime
(From NASA, Home Planet)
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