There's a djembe slapping its leather in a torrential prayer within it There's a glorious sheen painted all around it and within it. There's our being programmed to receive. O! If we could but hear it, the cry of the sacred (H)eartH, we might then begin to Live, Laugh and Love as it was meant to be in Heavenly Home... © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)