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Orange Sunrise


The sunrise was orange and pink through the slender clouds,
a good morning entered to greet me through the windshield.
Speaking silence to me, the breeze and birdsong wag their mouths
as if to say, welcome back my child, your fate has been sealed.

What does that mean, I wonder? Sounds like thunder.
I was expecting the brightness to enter in quietly,
lay down its verse, bring my ready spirit from under
and roar its loving speech most forthrightly.

If my fate is sealed might I be an automaton of purpose
auditioning for a character beyond my earthly likeness?

(Silence…)

The end isn’t coming, save for the awareness of myself,
not for Life, Creation or God, there’s little else.

Peace and Love

(Silence…)

Okay… There’s Peace and Love and silence.
And of course Forgiveness and Laughter forever after…

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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