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Strike The Flame That Lights The Heart


You were brought to me. I was brought to you. We’re set to deliver joy light up the world!

Come! Let us encircle Love and bring our hands out to Love, to Love, to Love, to Love, to Love!

Let us reserve our legacy to the one of Love. We merely need reach out our human arms and embrace all as sacred and beyond our reach in the flesh, so while we’re here lets assure my grandson of having a reality worth sharing. Love her quaking limbs, love her roiling waters, love her slipknot winds, and love her grace under attack.

Stand up and speak out! Use your voice to make a difference! No more division among our brothers and sisters. Love prays that we heed her soil, her green and blue and space and laughter and joy and children who are warm and safe and see her affections dancing freely among spirits that should have loved instead of warred. That should’ve remembered where they were over where they dreamed.

You, my friends, were brought to me and I was called to you, so, to you I strike the flame that ignites my heart and begins my walk with goodness, my life in Love and my remembrance of where I am…

You were brought to me. I was brought to you.


© 2011 by mark prime


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