I'm the Gardener, the Love and the Creation in Prayer and with the fullness of Forgiveness! For the Love of God, if you are out there, remember me, just in case I forget. :) "...screeching a national lullaby that will never be cleansed of history, but that falls upon ears that have long been numb to Truth." Give way to your trinkets, let them fall with all of the other loveless gestures at our own hands. (Hand.) No. Hands aloft in celebration of the truth beneath the feet. Everyone, meet mother (H)eartH, Mother (H)eartH, Father God, whatever you might be, I thought I'd mix in some metaphors. I am asking of them, but are they asking of me? Is it that simple in this atmosphere of our wars that we can't grasp the concept of Love and Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter? What's wrong with us thinking beasts? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)