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At All Times


Those I hold dear are all with Me at all times, spiritually speaking, it's the trajectory of the story pouring from Me, this story has characters that we need to get to know.

I am Peace, ever-changing, never going down, always traveling into Heaven, especially the part that is Home and Kinship, Kindship, Kind, Love, Forgiveness, Peace, Laughter... My Love and forgiveness are with Me always, every breath, my union of family, I almost tossed all of that away, but I am creating the Mark Richard Prime version of this eternal story, we are to see God in our own eyes and then we are able to see God in all things, all others, all sisters, aunts, uncles and brothers, al father's great and grand, all mothers great and grand! I make no demands, I ask for a conversation... See? We will all climb aboard this inbound train and Heaven will be sensed beneath our feet...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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