CONFESSION ZERO

    We're a on the ledge of Heaven! I found my way by accident. I was found by my fate risen, Come to pass inside me, within me. Has no place to go but given away. The voice is mine in the many spirits. God has my praises against my will, Rather be on the ledge than unheard. Rather be with God's tongue without ever imagining that I'm God. Rather know who I am and that I've some say in our story being crafted as we speak. I spent far too many years digging the hole deeper expecting to find a way out. I was fleeing from my own fate, years wasted, gone, vanished without my purpose known. Enter my rebirth, God rose up within, stayed, guides me now, does God. I had no belief to speak of. Her hands reached for me, her wings got in the way and I fell away, landed next to the rabbit.  (Hadn't you better get to climbing back up, there ain't nothing down here for you, but darkness and gloom?) I separated from it all, left my spirit open for all

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime What would be the purpose of my dance if it were not God that had my tongue? I say it would be pointless, empty of anything that might usher in Peace and Love. Now I know that through my role I've somehow created the personification of Forgiveness and I am set to earn his wings! (Think you'd have them by now?) Spiritual wings are massive pairs of the whole of Spirit, God's essence. Those wings of the flesh and bone may not be just yet, but fear not, wings we shall have! (Not you, remember?) Last is what I said, not left out. You wish, lovely spirit. No I shall gain my physical wings when all are saved from agonizing beliefs from my lifting them away and bringing actuality, truth, in its stead. Now what say you? (Pause...) Dear lovely spirit of flesh and bone lies told to circumvent the will of God... Better you had enough of your treachery, it will not be met without recourse... (Pause...) You can't change the truth, but yo