Scribe: Nothing? Really?
Spirit: Really.
Scribe: Well, if nothing is going to happen, spirit, then that, in and of itself is, an event. But, if nothing happens, won't we forget to celebrate?
Spirit: What?
Scribe: I rejoice not knowing for certain that my path is pleasing Love and God, for it's the path I'm destined to keep until the time that I know, then I'll know and be known, not just suspected.
Angel Woman: Give voice to that which holds you dear, give voice to that which you hold as well. Give voice to the child you were born to be!
Scribe: And a rat a tat tat, a thrum and a ping, listen for the truth within you sing! Listen closely, listen dear, the time at hand is drawing near.
Humankind: Oh boo hoo! If you hadn't noticed, time has the tendency to do just that, Rimnod!
Scribe: What? Come to life?
Humankind: Run past our grimace and our belief, but not our life...)
Scribe: Then I'll rejoice in earnest your fortune at having been born to experience this in the least!
If you feel as if my belief is in need of a dance session with yours, by all means seek me out and we'll most lovingly blend them both...
CHORUS:
A Caramel Latte of dream, said the coffee captain!
A bowl of luscious green, said the smiling gardener!
A watery environment of wonder, said the fisherman!
A true story told through all, a truth, said the journey's scribe!
Boom boom and bang upon that drum!
Rise up now to deliver unto Love her most honored place as number one!
Scribe: Tick tock said the clock whose timeless hands fell upward when the sun began to hide.
Eternity: Tick tock went the clock whose timeless hands went up and kissed the sun.
Scribe: Tick tock went the light.
Eternity: Tick tock went the dark, tumbling brightside up laughter up then down within the other's solemn night.
Scribe: I certainly hope you're not imagining that this is lunacy is for laughter's trail, for in my experience, it's anything but completely off the rails- Love has her loving hooks in me!
Angel Man: You're gliding alongside her freedom and her resurrection's been a long time in coming within this tale you've the honor of speaking!
Angel Woman/Angel Man: From Love's lips to your spirit, from her spirit to yours and back again, until this craft of Love sets you down to be with peace forevermore your fervent will within the center of Love&God!
Spirit: Life eternal, Laughter and Love, are in ever-after with everything and all.
Scribe: Neighbor, you needn't stay away from me, you and I want the same thing, the truth to rear its head in all of us and not these filthy stinking lies, end your quest for anything other than what is Love and make damn sure that your truth is yours within my dance, or all hell just might be lanced.
Spirit: Is that a threat?
Scribe: Do I appear threatening to you?
(Silence...)
Scribe: If I do, might I suggest you ask your self why and not ask the fearful person you manged to become? Who you were born to be has the answers you seek...
Humankind: But following that path is a bit tricky if you hadn't noticed?
Scribe: But I have noticed, it's you that has yet to recognize me.
Humankind: You're nothing, but a damned scribe!
Scribe: Scribe, yes, but I'm not damned? Not as long as I can shape it!
(Wind, traffic, plastic, sunshine, clouds, mailboxes, trashcan lids flapping their solemn shame, grass; Love's riddle...)
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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