Birdsong on Ice Age Trail
Mark Richard Prime... The birdsong returns to Me, the ice melting away bitterness, birdsong as backdrop to evolution's gait, all going along as planned. Neighbors, all, I'm getting nearer to Home on the surface of gravitational Love and Peace, it's an ocean, land and sky... full of Heaven. Call to us, oh divine calling! Send us shivers in your reach and knowledge, your song of truth, just before our eyes fail for the last go around, doomed again to make mistakes. Seems wrongheaded to have ever allowed such a thing to become us instead of fighting it, this consumptive model of breathing. Better reverse course and come with me, best exit strategy in the world, exit hell, enter Heaven, begin. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.Mark Richard Prime
© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.