CONFESSION ZERO

The thunder fastens a voice to the sky The first drop of rain says goodbye Others let go the clouds, still in flight Their laughter and pitter-patter our delight Oh, Rain, be savior from the drought Thunder, forgive us our trespassing Love, deliver us from fear amassing Peace, rise with Forgiveness, come soaring... So be it... © 2016 Mark Richard Prime 

When the storm comes, let us not run away screaming, let us enter its path and sing an ode, dance a jig to its reverie and remember that we are all part of the storm. I believe it cannot be any other way, for if we imagine ourselves as somehow separate from it, we’re as blind as we are destructive to the truth … © 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime