Lift Me to Your Grace That I Might Drink

Oh, Love, lift me to your grace that I might drink from your chalice the fullness of a most Loving spirit. Bring round your affections, your joy and not your sorrow, save for lessons to be learned. Bring your delight to greet my laughter and my joy to greet the promise this steward made to you before the advent of human word, the precursor to written belief, before the ground was overrun by wars and craven greed, before humankind took its first breath and soon began to wander within belief’s unknowable wonder…

(Truth hasn’t been humankind’s strength, leaving his gravest sin, forgetting where he is.)

The chord struck its notes with exactness and a fearful velocity! There’s not much time, so I’ll make this quick- I’m not Mark Richard Prime, at least not any longer, the man expressing his never-ending belief as if it were sacrosanct has been born again.

Perhaps it means I’ve come to the next one, the next to breathe in full Love’s worship of her blueprint of Heaven. Boom-a-rat-a-tat-tat-Love’s scribe-a-rat-a-tat-tat…

I never imagined such a thing as my conversations within Heaven’s arms. Home is where the Heart(H) is, right? Let me rejoice with great fanfare that eternity in Heaven is just a good deed away…

It’s within my grasp, this world I seemed to have created, not the Universe or its Heaven, but the role I’ve begun to play! She directs my actions, which often come in the form of the loving thoughts of belief in the (H)eartH as most sacred, despite what fear I’ve wrought upon her fate. She’s the Mother (H)eartH, the Heart(H) of Creation.

Do I not imagine that she could just as easily summon the human mind to remember where they are?

Sure, but this adventure to Love, or so I imagined, sounded more inviting, it certainly has more love in it, less shock and awe, more grace, less agony. I believe that Mother eartH could bring about a most profound change within humankind if we’d perceive her prayer, but this pathway, the one lined in full Love upon which I’m dancing, seems so much more appropriate to this grand occasion.

(It may not be everyone else’s, Mark Richard Prime. Perhaps their eternity is different than your own?)

How can that be possible if all exist in the same realm?

(Who says everything and everyone does?)

In my belief what is truly knowable to humankind is their beholden, the eartH of Creation, the one exactness, truth come to life. There have been stories written about this day, this moment in the evolution toward Love. There have been movies made of such human tragedy that the heart begins to roar, scripts crafted that are so poignant to the human experience that the spirits are thrown skyward in our pleading, and such powerfully engaging music played that the soul is lifted beyond ownership.

Perhaps it’s time to create Heaven on eartH and make it a living, breathing masterpiece painted for her, sculpted of the spirit of Love, sculpted in honor of the breadth of forgiveness found in her possession?

(Heed her prayer, you and you and you and all willing to recognize the duty to the (H)eartH of Creation.)

Sleep calls to me upon the breeze…


© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


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