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Born Believers



Religion is here because we are believers. From birth to death we damn well believe IN something!

Religion is abhorrent to God if it is not of Home and one another, of Love and Peace and Forgiveness and Laughter. God will approve.

It is not just reality that we must contend, it is the truth of our journey that we must seek and believe. If that be Jesus, the Prince of Peace, the personification of suffering, or Muhammad, the praiseworthy, all idols of equal amounts Hell and equal amounts of Heaven, shy on the truth, short of Love, miles from Peace, most ready for great laughter.

Born believers, die believers, rise again as knowers. I say let's believe and know, let's die believing and knowing, let's know it without knowing it. Simpler, a harmony written in...

© 2014 the spirit of Love and Peace dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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