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You’re Strumming at my Heart. You’re Filling Me With Love.

You’re strumming at my Heart. You’re filling me with Love on the strings of your walk to peace, to Love’s most precious truth, the Heart(H) of Love. The cello of full Love, the song of hope, the words of such a profound meaning that we are knelt in sorrow before Love. Oh! Raise up your spirits! Do not wait for a sign, a prophecy to raise its music ahead of our terror.

The truth isn’t convenient to humankind’s imaginings, Love isn’t as profitable as fear. We with our wars! For what? No! Why war? Why do you poison the water that was granted by Love? Why do you plague Love with fear? Fear is humankind’s greatest flaw. The mind settles for bigotry over reason, for fear before Love and for  Love over the Heart(H) of Love…

Echo…


© 2011 by mark prime


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