( Stathi Stathi ) (Echo…) There’s room enough in this belief for God and Love, and God and Love is all of Creation… (Man, and his beliefs… Animals know not to forget where they are…) We haven’t lost our way, we’ve removed our instincts and settled for machines. What do you smell right now? What do you see right now? What do you hear right now? Rumble the horns to announce you’ve been listening? Sinking away, may her echo be another try to reach you… Balance is the key. Believe what I may, but, for the Love of God, I must rise up with a belief that doesn’t settle scores or end in misery, misery unknown, even by Love and God. (GodLove and nothing less…) We’re set to inherit Heaven if we’ll but Love! Let our voices be heard! (Let your actions speak louder, that they might prove to be the saviors to Love…) © 2012 by mark richard prime
(The Weaver's Song)