Your Belief Had Better Come From Nothing But Love

Your belief had better come from nothing but Love or there’ll be agony to pay.

You’ve been waiting on me. I didn’t know, or perhaps I failed to remember that you loved me. It must have just slipped my mind and I forgot that you are the timeless heart that thumps for Love.

What was that? Dogs and Cats are outside into something damned. You’ve been waiting on me. I know. I simply forgot you were there?

Here. Not there.

What was that? People and rats digging in the gutter for food.

You are the one that is there. I am here, beneath you. Why the expression? Where did you imagine you were? No. Your belief had better come from nothing but Love or there’ll be agony to pay. If damnation is what you fear, why cower at what must be your greatest contribution to Love- Caring for creation. It’s your only duty and it pleases Love.

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A mother will not be a true mother until they’re both. She is The Grandmother. Let us have a rebirth of Love! Let us not look back in regret at what we created from perfection.

Let me never look back and witness my failure to speak up with truth that it might reveal the (H)eartH as Heaven and Home.

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And that’s what faces me, a luminary of staggering light reminding me that it’s a beacon from Love, a reminder that we do our best when striving toward our intended purpose. Stewards of her resting place, the heart of Creation, it is heaven, so to speak. She is what we make of her.

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These old scars, a wound long put to rest and the soul that entered my body, have been trying to scratch their way out ever since, clawing and gnashing and working their way to the surface of me.

The truth, was one night the truth? Could tomorrow collapse on exactness? Might we all be wrong, yet turn the truth to guide us back away from the walls of oppression, away from apartheid and genocide, torture and disease, away from delusions and greed?

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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Per Plex Ed

PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should. (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?) Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it. [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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