CONFESSION ZERO

If I come into a belief, which is only mine, not theirs, nor yours, but a private diary, and cross the threshold with great passion, will I still believe when the sword’s are drawn? Might grace enter downstage and speak, or will rage stumble on and pierce the air? Might Love’s aria wag her tender tongue, or will she draw her breath from selfish prayer? If I come to faith pleading upon my knees, might I witness humility groveling before me? O! I cannot know! I can only begin my walk… © 2011 by mark prime

Muslim group: two imams pulled from plane bound for North Carolina Thump, thump, thump stays my green rhythm as the wits usher in my red and howling belief. Haven’t I the growling stomach as fear’s signal? When did my empathy cease the thump of Love? My laughter too must have been ushered away as a terrorist in wait, slumped over aisles of fear. Bin Laden "may have lived in Pakistan for over 7 years" Seventh heaven and its virgin escape was thwarted by my assassin’s grip; finger firm, eye on death, wits delayed, my vow with the living’s undying death, a grand wedding befitting a mortal king… Mississippi River reaching record levels Higher! O! Higher still! Up, up and away! Dampen my Love, but do not wash it out or measure its depth, for I am afraid these, my words, might miss their mark. Come muse! Flow tenderly over my worship, not as a foul curse, but a curving stream with my heart and death between. Military families have paid in hunt for bin Laden The pri

( Pillars of Creation via Starts With a Bang ) I am flawed, like he, like she, like we, an ancient plan, a map meant for me. My walk, my embrace of creation, of Love, has led me here, to me, to I, to self. O might I see! Might I sense the moment my curtain begins to drop upon this; my final act? Only my actions can conclude this tragicomedy that’s raging center stage. Then what should I do? How should I begin? Will it arrive in me like an old and familiar song that swims in the spirit of all living things or might it come as a flood that tears down walls? The how, when, where, what, why and who truly matters least to my affections, to creation. I must embrace the darkness as well as the light and weave them into my waiting Love. Truth, to me, can only be found when I accept my fellow travelers and their particular faith. Without individual belief I'd cease to be, no longer rising with joy as I move among my kith and kin. Let my embrace be free of any insecurity or greed