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Let us Imagine


Let us imagine for a second that the (H)eartH is Heaven, shall we? What does it look like, what does it feel like, and what does it sound like?

Imagine it, Heaven beneath the feet, Heaven before our eyes, Heaven. Imagine what we would think of our use of Heaven, would we be ashamed?

(Silence...)

Now imagine that the (H)eartH is simply Home. Do we see the same thing, feel the same thing, and hear the same thing? What of our use of our Home? Are we still ashamed of humankind's use of Home, as ashamed as we were when we imagined it as Heaven, or is our shame identical?

(Silence...)

Now, imagine the (H)eartH as Heavenly Home.

What does it look, feel, and sound like? What of our use of our Heavenly Home? Are we still ashamed?

(Silence...)

Logically, one, or more, of the above scenarios is the truth.

(Silence...)

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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