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YOU ARE STRUMMING AT MY HEART. YOU ARE FILLING ME WITH LOVE ON THE STRINGS OF YOUR WALK TO PEACE


You’re strumming at my heart. You’re filling me with love on the strings of your walk to peace, to love’s most precious truth, the heart of Love. The cello of Love, the song of hope, the words of such a profound meaning that we are knelt in sorrow before Creation. Oh! Raise up your spirits! Do not wait for a sign, a prophecy to raise its music ahead of any terror.

The truth isn’t convenient to humankind’s imaginings. Love isn’t as profitable as fear. Humankind with wars! For what? No! Why war? Why do human’s poison the water that was granted by Love? Why does humankind plague Love with fear? Fear is humankind’s greatest flaw. The mind settles for bigotry over reason, for fear before Love and for greed over the Heart(H) of Creation…


© 2012 by mark richard prime

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