Miracle of Miracles

If I had been there when Jesus turned water into wine
I’d have not been too impressed. How many did he satisfy?
The bartender at the wedding reception and the handful of guests?
Great! Way to go, Jesus! Now what about all of the rest,
The collective, the starving, the thirsty in need of water?
Don’t they deserve to be sated by “The Father”?
The leper must have been most grateful for your magic,
but where is the Mother in your honor! Isn’t that tragic?

I do not mock your “lord on high”,
I simply make the point
that there were so many things that needed attention
so many more things that should have been mentioned
before you were hung on the suffering’s eternal symbol!

What about Hell, Jesus?
Wouldn't the miracle of all miracles be to have erased Hell for all of eternity?
Eternity is an awful long time,
we can’t imagine such an endeavor,
suffering a lifetime and then forever!
You should have devoured Hell
so it would not devour another!

Turn Hell into Heaven, not water into wine!
Reveal paradise to the new eyes of the blind!
Feed the world bread and fish if you were able!
Erase Hell, so humankind sups at Heaven’s table!

God is great!
All Hell’s erased!
Rather dry up from thirst,
rather starve and die,
than burn and scream for all time!

Sorry, Jesus. I love you, brother of mine,
but the miracle for all is found in the Kind,
the truth bestowed upon all, the tree and the river,
the Kingdom of God in Heaven for all time.
Now. Now, not then, not later, now!

Peace, Mark Richard Prime, Me, the Scribe,
Love and Forgiveness, never one without the other

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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