Born to be Kings,  Born to be queens. Born.

 Does that not ring a bell deep within?

Does that make any sense,
that we are heirs to the kingdom of God?

We are meant to laugh,
and by the same token
we are meant to cry,
so let's make the laughter
and the crying
more joyful of our great fortune,
born upon a Heavenly Home,
a Home that gives us everything we need without asking for anything in return.

What would we call that which is our sustenance, our shelter, our breathing?


If that's true, even if it is just a possibility, shouldn't we cherish the (H)eartH and be kind to all living things?

We are all meant to be Kings and Queens
of our destiny, inheritors of Heaven.
Let's begin.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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