CONFESSION ZERO

The owl began its low note and captured my attention with its claim to me, beseeching that I heed the (H)eartH’s cry that she might then unveil her full and heavenly Love. Oh! Let me seek her voice always so as to breathe in Me evermore! Cry, O river! Cry that we and thee might breathe together without the ode of suffocation, but instead, liberate this eternal Life! O cry, soil, rock and tree! Cry for Love’s majesty! Cry, over the eartH, God’s Creation! Cry! Each and every nation, cry out loud! Bring the roof of your worship down to join the floor! No more this madness let slip into the living’s midnight! Let her go! Take your paws off of her throat and kindly lift her wings that she might float! © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

( Epilogue ) The owl began his low note and it captured my attention with its claim to me, beseeching that I heed the eartH’s cry that she might then unveil her full and heavenly Love. Oh! Let me seek her voice always so as to breathe in me evermore! Cry, O river! Cry that we and thee might breathe together without the ode of suffocation, but that we might, instead, liberate this eternal Life! O cry, soil, rock and tree! Cry for Love’s majesty! Cry, over the eartH, God’s Creation! Cry! Each and every nation, cry out loud! Bring the roof of your worship down to join the floor! No more this madness let slip into the living’s midnight! Let her go! Take your paws off of her throat and kindly lift her wings that she might float! (And a good morning to you, too, scribe!) Thank you loving spirit… (There go the dogs and their shrill laughter, their obedient lessons for you to learn, Mark Richard Prime.) Yes. My daily devotion with its cacophony of loving sounds, the tong...