Oh seek you another victim! The eartH and Love have had enough of human blindness. They’ve held off long enough. No. There’s no need to hide. She is not angry. She is sad. Do not allow indifference to float tears and drown Love beneath the rising truth. Why? Why make a game of Love? There’s little need to weep, Love. Love sees the suffering at humankind's hand, fingers pulling triggers instead of offering Love. Love sees. Love hears. Love feels. Love knows. Are you coming to bed? …Yes. Yes, my Love. Oh seek another! The eartH and Love have had enough of human blindness. They've held off long enough! They've wept an eternity of Love! Enough! Let humankind, man and woman, construct a Love worthy of full Love. Clasp our hands in supplication, bent upon the breathing soil, beg forgiveness from whatever is believed and begin in earnest the eartH’s salvation. Are you coming to bed? …Yes. Just one more minute of prayer, my Love. © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)