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As Thankful for the Rain as Me


The grass is tall and lush and moves with the breeze and seems as thankful for the rain as me.

The green and blue have always danced, as love and fear have done, while life and death swagger their tallness across the (H)eartH of Creation…

The truck moans its death in the air and I fall away from my perch momentarily. The traffic comes and goes as if it is trying to work with me. Hush, it says, as the tongue of commerce and trade waggles its casualty through the air and inside the water. We’re changing Heavenly Home as if she’s not good enough to cure, only use until she has no alternative but to weep at our transgressions…


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime


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