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Hello. My name is Mark Richard Prime and I would like to call on each and everyone to begin to think of the noise that we alone have put upon precious Life.

Take your services outside during your congregation, cherish what you are given, not what you imagine is yours in the offing.

Imagine the unnatural noise we humans thrust upon nature as it tries to sleep, to feed, to be? Now imagine silence...

Sound and silence fit like the truth.

A world day of prayer in silence is needed for us to hear the song playing beneath our feet.

It’s not that we have to believe it… it’s that we have to make it happen and then listen for it. We should end our foul noises and let us and Life rest for a while…

Love, Peace, Forgiveness, Truth, Life, Laughter and Goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...

Sincerely,
Mark

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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