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The piggish flag slaps in the wind behind the backdrop of mechanical beasts. The willow? She stood with her ancient limbs calling downward in leafless sorrow, pleading we surface in our breath with Creation, with Love. That we raise our voices now in joy, most thankful for our fortune of being in Heaven?

Earth, it is in Heaven. Heaven, it is on Earth… Pretend not that you’ve nothing to lose just because everything, according to God, is going to be okay in the end. Do not cover your eyes if you can’t believe, raise your arms, drop to your knees, and pray to what you know beneath your feet! It’s happening- and on your knees, you’ll find home… Rejoice! Heaven waits on your love!

(But we are not worthy, we’re guilty!)

Now! Now is the only moment that counts! We are free to have heaven, or, if we choose to imagine there‘s a hell, its been arranged by humankind to have one. It is not the time to get angry at my plea, it is time, however, to acknowledge the sound of truth. If we fail, we have this life to repeat again and again in our search for God, as if we're raving, sightless, until death fails to breathe in our spirits evermore. if we'll see, we'll sense we're in heaven!

(After you rejoice and sing of your great fortune, get busy cleaning the earth, Heaven, God's water, rivers and streams, oceans and seas, forests and thee...)

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I’ll bow to your God, when your God requires only that I love! …I bow.

Who dares to question God?

It is I, Mark Richard Prime, greeting your sorrow with love.

It is not up to you to question God, you must merely believe in Truth.

Truth?

Believe that you’re in heaven and you’ll be in heaven. Begin. Begin now to shape your world, take it away from the oil barons and destroyers of the earth and give it back to God!

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Oh! God! I’m home! I believe the wind is yours! I believe the rain is yours! I believe the snow is yours, but for the life of me, why is man?


© 2012 by mark prime

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