( Mother eartH, Father Sky ) Oh seek another victim! Mother and Father have had enough of my blindness. They’ve held off long enough. There’s no need to hide, they’re not angry, they’re sad. (Do not your indifference let float tears to drown your love beneath the rising truth.) Why? Why make a game of love? There’s little need to weep, she loves. She sees the suffering at my own hand, fingers pulling triggers instead of offering Love. God sees. Love hears. God feels. Love knows. (Are you coming to bed?) …Yes. Yes, my love. Love’s held off long enough. She’s wept an eternity of sorrow. Enough! Let us, man and woman, create a Life that’s worthy of Love. Clasp our hands in supplication, bent upon the breathing soil, beg forgiveness from whatever you believe and begin in earnest the earth’s salvation. (Are you coming to bed?) …Yes, my love, just another minute of prayer. © 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime
(The Weaver's Song)