Your belief had better come from nothing but Love or there’ll be agony to pay.
You’ve been waiting on me. I didn’t know, or perhaps I failed to remember that you loved me. It must have just slipped my mind and I forgot that you are the timeless heart that thumps for Love.
What was that? Dogs and Cats are outside into something damned. You’ve been waiting on me. I know. I simply forgot you were there?
Here. Not there.
What was that? People and rats digging in the gutter for food.
You are the one that is there. I am here, beneath you. Why the expression? Where did you imagine you were? No. Your belief had better come from nothing but Love or there’ll be agony to pay. If damnation is what you fear, why cower at what must be your greatest contribution to Love- Caring for creation. It’s your only duty and it pleases Love.
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A mother will not be a true mother until they’re both. She is The Grandmother. Let us have a rebirth of Love! Let us not look back in regret at what we created from perfection.
Let me never look back and witness my failure to speak up with truth that it might reveal the (H)eartH as Heaven and Home.
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And that’s what faces me, a luminary of staggering light reminding me that it’s a beacon from Love, a reminder that we do our best when striving toward our intended purpose. Stewards of her resting place, the heart of Creation, it is heaven, so to speak. She is what we make of her.
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These old scars, a wound long put to rest and the soul that entered my body, have been trying to scratch their way out ever since, clawing and gnashing and working their way to the surface of me.
The truth, was one night the truth? Could tomorrow collapse on exactness? Might we all be wrong, yet turn the truth to guide us back away from the walls of oppression, away from apartheid and genocide, torture and disease, away from delusions and greed?
© 2011 by mark prime