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A Solemn Prayer



End all war, spilled the rain! End all murder, boomed the thunder! End all lies, strafed the wind! End all treachery, slashed the lightening! End your attack of me, quaked the earth!

I have been selfish toward my home and my prayers have been about me saving my own skin. I had not seen that my spoiling of the earth was my gravest sin, that I'd turned away from truth and it seemed too late to recognize myself as the murderer of love.

End all destruction to your home! End your lies told to yourself as if they were your instinct! End all torture!

I now plead with Love to understand that I had fallen when my greed superseded Love. I cried my loudness to the ground, to the air, to the water, to the mountains, to the forests, to the stars, to the wind, to the rain, to the snow, to the whole of love! I wept, I begged, I screamed, I prayed! Love listened with Love, but held me to my original pledge.

(Silence.)

I begged love to release more love upon the air, send more love through the weakened soil, upon the music playing in the changing winds, to pour more hope within the rain, but love would have none of it.

It is you that must love without want, without payment expected. Keep your vow to the waters, to the mountains, the trees. Love and you reveal truth.

Echo…


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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