~ (~) ~ Never Bow Down ~ (~) ~
~ (~) "Because yes I believe as well-true abhorrence is the springboard for more pain, love
is the land of peace that lie between." "Denial the raging river running through it!" (~) ~
~ (~) "Who in the back row, maybe in the front or some where in the middle or between the
middle of the two... ?" (~) ~
~ (~) "Would it be for an honest peace I would myself, maybe for one of you as-well, but for
aggression I will not bow down!" (~) ~
~ (~) "I'd just-soon-parish, because I will never bow down." "Because yes I know love as
with hate offers more, but something far greater... !" (~) ~
~ (~) Because to know love I believe-is to cherish the-gift of allowance, to own the face
brimming with the pleasure of this delight, but to be certain also to oppose it as well, it's
always ones given right... hate will never know this delight. (~) ~
~ (~) Because I know mid toils and travels time ticks away yes hope advances pride waylays
to and fro, true peace consumes. (~) ~
~ (~) Golden nuggets turn mossy brown in the streams-time laughs promenades all things
are prosperous within the able hands of grace. (~) ~
~ (~) God's-tender tears-illuminated cascading-down-on-all-are-exemplified by-the-rains I
feel-as-they-fall, delighted divinity leaps as it sings-love devoted... it prances... . (~) ~
~ (~) Because I believe as well today loving moreover is prudent the struggle furthermore
the prize, death of hate the mighty reprise. (~) ~
~ (~) Tiny like a drop in a bucket hopeful is the soul who though longing still remains open.
(~) ~
~ (~) Humbled are the ones who want for nothing more, daring to go further offering all they-
can. (~) ~
~ (~) Exulted and merry are the ones who accept this, joining them, journeying along as they
would with them in the beauty of this. (~) ~
~ (~) Open to the willing peace once the quest of us all yes each our plight now the
opportunity presents itself again propels us all together to know, yes-come to-own-for-
ourselves-this-delight, the bucket full now sent-to-overflowing washing-the-dirt from our feet;
because-lowly is the cry-for-peace... love-the-ladder its-gracious-provision...
because though-partial to freedom and honor; cut down prematurely on-occasion surrounded-
by-doubt... rising in the effort-love-budding-expects nothing treasures everything is in one
way or the other always blooming;
its-joy-forevermore consuming... ! (~) ~
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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