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Always and Evermore, LOVE


According to what I believe, the eartH is not mine to sour, this prayer, this heavenly orb. It is only mine to care for and to pray that I only love, for that is what I believe I am meant to do. I am a steward of Love’s eartH. It is imperative that I begin to recognize where I am, who I am and what I am. These realizations will open my eyes to the one truth, which I needn't question at all, it's rather obvious to me. I only need breathe and walk with Love. I must use faith in my calling to Love, in my duty to the eartH of Creation.

If I attempt to calculate that I am somehow separate from LOVE... I'm on a fool’s errand. I am as inseparable from love as love is inseparable from me. LOVE is everything and all, always has been, always will be...


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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