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One, One Day


911...

No. Not one day.
Let us dedicate our lives to seeking truth.
Not one day for prayer and fasting.

Everyday those shrouded by buildings need emerge,
walk out into the sunlight and speak out against war,
against the poisoning of the water, soil, forest, and air,
against the destruction of Home and one another.

No. Not one day.

Confession is fine, but action is true prayer.
March on the streets and roads of the (H)eartH
I'll no longer participate in deceit, I’ll declare.

Let's take back the (H)eartH from corporate greed,
from those who fill their coffers with money instead of hope,
return the yield back to Creation's sovereign seed,
and remember, where we are is begging that we see.

No. Not one day, stolen by those with agendas.

No. Not one day, taken from the unwitting masses.

No. Not one day, remembering things designed to haunt.

No. Not one day collapsing in on its own footprint.

No. Not one day.

All days, everyday, praising our kinship and Home,
not separate or divided in the least,
but together, the collective of Love and Peace,
man, woman and child, one. Not one day, one.

One. See?

Peace and Love

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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