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Feb 2015
Oh, reality is not what it seems
all the world
see's the universe as a dead lifeless stone
Oh, little they do know
that it has a mind, and heart, and soul
Oh, turn from Your cold and mechanical way
open Your heart, and mind, and soul
in its heart abides a love for all things
oh, ****** all Your cares upon
the great mind
and it will bear You up
on rainbow colored wings
for we are its creatures
it gave our souls birth
in the first fires of creation
made of a flaming and congealed love
with a fire in the heart
and a fire in the brain
Oh, made as a great
and bottomlessΒ Β vessel
all hollowed out by the great mind
to contain its great and unending love
of one creature for another
Oh, deep and holy fire
connects one heart with another
in an unending chain
Oh, as one little creature
is harmed
a holy and deep pain
passes from one to another
in an unending chain
Oh, to deny this is to deny the soul
and You are lost
from the lord of creation
and the precious deep places
of Your heart
Oh, the great mind
calls You back
as lover to lover
"Oh, My love return to My loving arms
Oh, how I long for Your beating heart
Oh, how the depth of Your
mind and heart
are so precious to Me
Oh, how I long to hold You
in My arms and kiss Your precious lips
for I have loved You beyond love
and passion beyond passion
Your precious heart
born in the first fires of creation".
Oh, love is life
and love is the beauty of the soul
for he who love's not
lies all in a grave
of there own creation
walking through life and believing they live
when truth
they are only
a withered bag of bones
Oh, those who never have
ever embraced
neither woman, nor man, nor child
in there loving passionate arms
never lives
and passes through life
as the walking dead.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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