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Eleven

Eleven approached like a stampede, left and right running over the second hand of time at a breakneck speed. I wept as hands moved their shadow over one and one, eleven o'clock, knock knock, silence outside. A shroud- Marching to like happy sheep, entering in like howling wolves. I stand, they notice, I breathe. I love. I breathe. I leave. (This story always comes in reverse order.) The echo pretends it doesn't exist, pale eyes ahead of my reach. I look around me. (Tick tock…) I enter the worship center's chattering hall, all at once an involuntary noise and the dance begins. Well over 300. Idle clamber. Life's clattering. Teeth chattering. I ask the silence, the prayer inside, in or out, you decide. Booths lined walls of the noisy hall- coffee, snacks, books for sale and CDs. Worship yet to begin. So, so, so, so, so many voices at once, sound hadn't a chance, thump thump... Now in the fellowship church, voices more muted,

To Be One

If we are to be one, we must believe in ourselves and in one another. When we believe in each other, I in you and you in me, we reach the balance of us, one. See? © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Blood-red Sun

Blood red sun, where are you traveling with your thinning veil? The dream, opens its eyes to the new day, the latest breath, awakens a sweet column of sky, a chart of the coming season. Inventive veins, mysterious layers fade, unfold the light now speak a story of an emergent Love to come. (Tick tock…) Orange sun, where are you traveling without the creature’s will? The morning’s inauguration trickles in, nature’s wake-up call, and the birdsong maintains its warble of an ordained exactness- Speak a language that thinking beasts can understand! (Tick tock…) Yellow sun, where are you traveling with your naked ascent? What does your rise mean to my Love, to her star-spangled spirit? O, comfort her with our union’s truth, open her eyes to Me, to We, and recognize the truth unfolding between us, through my fingers. (Tick tock…) © 2013 the spirit of Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime