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Look At Her, She Waits With Love For Me


Look at her… She waits with Love for me to return. She pleads with a whisper of air asking that I remember. That I remember who I am, remember what I am and above all remember where I am.

Oh dear, Grandmother! Won’t you serenade us with your Love? Won’t you whisper your sweet breath into our bleeding ears and deliver us from our thinking, from our wars and from our greed? Bring us out of this labyrinth of our own making. Witness our sorrow, witness our regret, witness our reaping of thy Love.

I beg you to stay! Please do not go! My Love for you is all I breathe, all I imagine, all I want to know…

Don’t you see? You are the Mother. You are the Grandmother. You are the Great Grandmother. You are my Love. You are Love. I am yours. It is perfection this circle, never-ending, evermore, eternal Love…

Look at her…


© 2011 by mark prime
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