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A Somber Dance


This is a somber dance, and I am not sure just where it began? I imagined something was begging me to set it free tonight. It came on me like a current of electricity, why follow the code of the day if all we do with it is bring our own kind screeching to a miserable halt, leaving us useless and raging in our present state of being?

O! Why do we not see that the ground and sky is the Heart(H) of Creation? Why do we not understand that there are many who see it the same way, but our fears don't allow us to dispense enough love to keep from drowning in our useless trepidation. Why do we not see that it is our deeds and our beliefs that are savior and Christ, love and forgiveness, life and laughter, belief and duty?

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© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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