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THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT - August 1st Head-Lines


 Cecil's Brother, Jericho, Killed

The Lions have seen enough! They’ve seen humankind’s attempt at ownership, they’ve seen their violence, especially that which is unnatural, they’ve witnessed enough to sense the true king. They’ve been here, they’ve roared their disapproval, best we begin to do the same…

Firefighter Dies - Emergency Declaration
O Rain
Be our savior from the flames
O Wind
Cease your ireful roaring
O Nature
Forgive us our trespassing
O Peace
Deliver us safely home
O Love
Rise now with Forgiveness and douse the flames

The Lord's Prayer

The (H)eartH is my Home; I should not want.
(H)eartH gives me green pastures to lie in:
(H)eartH needeth me to cleanse the waters.
(H)eartH restoreth my sustenance:
(H)eartH has many paths and all lead to righteousness.
Yea, since I walk upon the ground of (H)eartH’s breathing,
I fear no other: for thou art with me;
thy water and soil comfort me.
(H)eartH’s table is prepared before me in the presence of all:
thou anointed me with words; my muse runneth over.
Surely kindness and understanding shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the Heaven that is Home and soar to that which is given.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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