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Are we prepared for the possibility
at times like this, we lack the ability

to protect that which we rely, to live.
Due to our inattention to the cries

of those who cared enough
to make the necessary sacrifice.

To give their allegiance to love-in life
For the freedoms which have become a legacy.

Will we continue to observe the trials and errors
Through, what measures taken by our ancestors

By which we survive…?

Who do we strive to be?
Without due notice to recognize

a growing disability.
As we are poisoned in our minds,

we lack compassion. Resigned?
Will this lead in time

to becoming a chain reaction
with no pity for others' plight,

lack of oversight?

Are we Losing our connection
to the source of loving self-reflection?

Throttled by ill-conceived notions
which lack empathy

ignore the pleas of others
As we jealously guard/hoard resources

Necessary to preserve our birthright
In our struggle to survive,

how will we define ourselves
in our collective future?

Are we conquerors
of nations/religion/visions

People of wealth and leisure
leaders of a cult

Rulers over fallen empires
and stolen treasures

All the above.

Will we lose our collective voice
before the creator ...

for the love of Jesus

Or continue to war
over how that is defined...

Where will we find love?

Meanwhile.
Upon further consideration

We are blessed by the Creator
beyond denomination.

Situation undefined...
Is this our final test?

Fallen from our natural place
Above the fray

Our love of life,
wrapped around us,

tattered

Someday
we will find our peace

To share a common bond,
to make our choice freedom,

every time.
As we recover from another
disastrous conflagration…

Our will to survive
Once more granted a saving grace

Our love of life
supports us

through An Umbilical cord
to the creative source

Drops a beat from its place
within our hearts

Inseparable from the space
between our minds

The ancestral leg bones…
being taught, love…

After being, freshly dropped
Straight from the fertile womb

Being caught before we hit the ground
Looking directly in the eyes

By one, who despite the pain of childbirth
Speaks directly to the heart

in a soft melodic voice
Making love music to our ever-loving minds

Still… Outside our sheltered space
A cold, sometimes cruel world awaits

So, preparations, must be made
to protect our loving hearts

at the right time before Power of suggestion
Might suggest otherwise…

How will we survive?

It was not just imagination
Enemies were calling from everywhere

From the shadows between earth, sky and sea

In no position to seek wisdom
Vulnerable, powerless, Weak.

Fearing all Looking small,
 Feeling diminished

After, the latest rounds of attack upon us…
Dragged in chains behind a truck.

Hung, by rope from trees,
Knee held on to our necks

A if your mortal fears Will ever clear
by your brutality, against us…

will wash away mortal sins
Through our tears,

as we who cry the cry of faith
Gathering, those whose love fortifies us

Raise our united hearts in prayer/song
Yes, love is Still alive, still strong

Even, as the coefficient of evil does not cease

Only to rise and ebb in recurrent tides,
Carried by the evil will of recycled beasts

Falling beneath the original corruptions
It cannot extinguish our belief...

In us, we possess a gift
our ancestral spirits gave

to bring us peace
Reminding us, as we live,

although there will be grief

Amidst the battle
Shadows will grow long

Soldiers become weary,
loud voices weak

Still, we must protect the spirits of
The hearts and souls of the innocent

From the incessant probing
Of soul thief

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