The wisp of cloud, the rumble of the jet, the birds singing of Love, the quickening noise of interstate traffic, the wind pirouetting with the breeze, the sun, like a blanket to cover the world, the wars, the murder, the hunger, the rape, the torture, the needy, the downtrodden, the hope, the joy, the laughter of contentment. We can find never-ending Love that will accompany eternal life’s servitude in humbleness and always with glee, if we’ll never again imagine hell.
Are we not ready to laugh? Are we ready to live? If we’ll but Love, we will. We will eat of the fruit of our goodness, we will drink at the table that is the river, laugh with the belly of the wind and rejoice in the spirit that lives upon and in the soil. If we will but speak our prayers into motion that they might have chance of being answered, if we’ll but react to each and all with a thrumming goodness, if we’ll but keep our most ancient promise, if we’ll but open our eyes to truth, we will be in heaven… the one of our choosing.
© 2011 by mark prime