CONFESSION ZERO

I must prepare to live for what I believe, for if I'm not willing to live for what I hold as truth then what good am I, save for death? Whoever accuses humankind of having irreparable misery… Whoever accuses humankind of unattainable importance... Whoever accuses humankind of having no purpose… Whoever accuses humankind of being an orphan… Whoever accuses humankind of being loveless… Whoever accuses humankind of being godless… Whoever accuses humankind of being empty… Whoever accuses humankind of ownership… Whoever accuses humankind of being evil… Whoever accuses humankind of mortality… had best be prepared to live for what they believe... © 2011 by mark prime

If I am to love might it be full-throated and soaring like a songbird? If I am to love might it rumble, cough and spit like an old truck clunking its way home to a gated community of metal parts; a gold and silver paradise of rusty gadgets as far as the eye can see? If I am to love might it be a clamorous breath come forth to lift the darkened sky and hold the weary worn that they might greet me with a lover’s lips? If I am to love might it be a panic, like that of a terrified people, a family who’ve pulled down their shades to shroud their fears as if the world didn't exist there amid the electronic beeps and lights and the grave rumbling heard just outside their front door? © 2011 by mark prime