The Weeping

I weep at our inability to see all as equals, brothers and sisters of the one seed, kinfolk, cousins, fellow stewards.

I weep at our indifference to Home and Family, our views of "those others", as if cleaving ourselves from their identical truth was some universal magic trick, some slight of hand that rendered us, the audience, blind to our own collusion with the illusion. I weep that the "illusion" produces a collective gasp of ignorance as the dove flaps its wings and emerges from beneath the veil.

Peace and Love

Mark Richard Prime


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