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Gently,
        the breeze

as the tempest awaits
                        the Divinities and the fates
prophecy says
                        the future instead
and the hearts and the head

feel, think, want
blinded, subjected, daunt

the day
the way
the fey
the may

to quote Thor, "I say thee, nay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I wanna be me!
thee?  we?  to be?  or not?

gently, we move and have our being
in the eye of God above

love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

gently, Love

between me, and we
you and me
and nothing else

gently, the breeze

as the tempest awaits

the hate.  fate.

gently Love Awaits

( the world is fallen, but still worthy of Gods Love, as are we.  i just read the Rev. Desmond 
Tutu, of Capetown writing about a word, or concept in his culture known as "ubuntu",  which 
is defined as "me, we"
the interelatedness of all poeple, respect for others, our dependance on each other,  for 
even ourselves to be "human", the bad guys need us to teach them love, forgiveness, and 
respect, by showing them.  And then, eventually, however many generations later, they may 
be worthy of it, and their own.  The reference was to Aparteid(?) in South Africa, but has 
meaning in all human relationships.  my bible says "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord."  I 
can forgive.  and love, or at least be willing to, and have respect for all people who haven't 
effed me over "yet", and then i can forgive, i suppose.  Only if i am "me".  is "ubuntu" 
possible.  i also read a poet on this site write that Jesus was murdered on that cross because 
of FEAR of the power of His love.  never really thought about that before, but God is love, 
and that is the true basis of power, of strength, of society, civilization, family, governments( 
if they're any good), and all the things that make anybody or thing great, and a good idea, 
or enjoyable, or worth our time.  deep thoughts, scary even, but i am not scared of love, or 
Love!  ubuntu wasn't a reference to something dangerous, only respectable, and respecting.  
This is a fallen world.  mostly, all the wrong things are respected, in my humble opinion.

love, love, love, love, love, love, love, and then there's Love!

hate?  poor insipid little thing.  dooooooooooommmmmmmmmmeeeed!

i so try not to.
some people don't make it to easy, though.
ubuntu, ubuntu,ubuntu, ubuntu,ubuntu, ubuntu, ubunutu

i have a dream,

!

with apologies to the Rev, Martin Luther King Jr., i aint a plagerist either!
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