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GOD IS CREATING THIS FOR US

(A BEN HEINE CREATION)

A WOMAN WALKS ALONE TOGETHER

The truth breathes in us from the birth of our voices
The truth swims inside, waiting for when we’ll see
The love is always there, we just need open our wings
The love plays in my violin, my symphony of strings

I am floating now in the wind
where do I get on the train
it seems so far away, the echo
a whistle, a sound oft heard in dreams

The wind brings my reverie crashing
Laughing- Laughing for all to hear
I don’t hold back the truth, mine or ours
Things are coming to me now, hello

Let us speak to one another of our commonality
Child, dog, cat, squirrels, trees, kinship, community
It is another C word that trumps the others
Caring, Cause, Creation… The drone of the pipe organ
fades now to drum and string… Love and Peace

I am nothing, I am lesser than, I am in the wind
We are nothing without one another
We love and we fear, I say no more
Let us join together without profit of a few
Let us rise up as one breath upon the sea
Let us let loose of that we cannot use
Rise up with me! Rise up with Me! Both of us are ready

God is good, Creation is amazing, Life is constant
Echo back, to and fro, the 24/7/365 of living
Let us come together and show that we need no direction
No plans set in the meetings of a few, rise up and join in
Love, love, love, love! Live, live, live, live! Breathe, breathe, breathe

Guitar lift our spirits, flute keeps us soaring, now come with your drums
Come with your children, come with your dogs, your cats
join the birds in the garden

She walks alone and joins me in the dance of evermore
more and more, together, one
Oh! Color’s a reflection of what we see
what we dream
what we create in our naïveté
in our walk and in our talk, over coffee, smiling like the stars
drum drum drum she moves within me, I she, ww

She walks with her hand moving toward mine
fingers ready to greet with a mutual star in the sky


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, Peace and Love


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