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THERE THEY ARE


The balance between Love and God is, without question, Peace. For if the result of the pairing of Love and God is anything less, then the pairing need be reconsidered.


It's not a mystery, the source of our suffering. The only reason the mirror was ever imagined as important, it showed us what we looked like on the surface. Too bad it did't show us what's within, we would have treated one another as equals and bowed to our needs and not our wants.

~

Have we not seen and heard enough of war?

(Oorah!)

Had we but learned the true lesson of battle, War would have fallen to Peace.

(Oorah!)

War would have been forgotten.

(Oorah!)

Our many battles denying Peace and Love would never have been waged had we learned War's first bloody lesson-

(Oorah!)

War is Hell!

(Silence...)

~

There she is, Love. She smiles on us now.
There he is, Peace. He smiles on us now.
There they are, smiling.

(Weeping)

Cheer up, child, you've medicine for your spirit.

*Aside...effect: A thankful heart.*

See? It's even a side effect, how sweet is that?

(Way!)

There she is, Love. She laughs now.
There he is, Peace. He laughs now.
There they are, laughing.

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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