CONFESSION ZERO

What do I think of that? To Love and respect? To cherish evermore? Enough questions! There you stand with your feet firmly on the ground, howling to mother that she might sense your hemorrhage! Howling dear father! Wail your misery! Pound your storm! Boom! Boom! Boom! Your bride is bleeding out. Better I relinquish my sword and begin to design my heaven from the things of Love. And remember; never underestimate Her power and His will. Pretty strong. The weight of it tires me of Love. It’s harder to Love than it is to hate, she said. We are on the same wheel, next to one another. Yes. Where have you been? What do you mean? Enough questions! © 2011 by mark prime

I’m on my way! I can’t hold back the flood much longer, Great Grandmother. There are children dying of hunger, Grandmother. Their ribs speak pantries full of my apathy, Mother. Their eyes speak libraries of my fear, Great Grandfather. My greed's been left to fester and paint the self-portrait of my demise. They, these dying children, are waiting on me to rise up and feed them! Shall I wait longer? Can I actually allow another day to pass before I speak my mind, before I shake the foundations of apathy and flood the world with Love? I'm on my way! There are children thinned from hunger, sunken by indifference- Oh! Love, bring me along now to prevent even the least of suffering! I'm on my way and need you to guide me through Love’s maze that I might arrive and turn into another and another and wed with Love for better or worse, for richer or poorer, for Love before fear, Love before war, Love not greed, Love not hunger, Love long before death. The green of Love stand