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Take Our Hands and Lead Us


The wind and the fan circle their tirade around me, or is it my tirade circling round them? I am a human being and that’s all I can expect of you to think of me. Flawed, loving, but what of my duty? Am I not beholden to the eartH of Creation despite what I believe? Am I not the one that suffers without knowing why or where I am? It’s the who and the what that has me singing her song, me, a steward of love for the (H)eartH of Creation, which, at this moment, I still cannot know… and I’m okay with that.

Trust in Love and Love will guide the “you” to the “me”, and the “me” will take the hand to lead the “you” and the “me” into the arms of eternal Love…

If I am loving to all and to the eartH (there I go repeating myself), if I am loving I’ll gather goodness as if it were a blanket to drape ‘round Love…

In my belief, if I am to be loving, I must weave the blanket with the fullness of my affections; my evolving Life, Love and Laughter…


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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