I am a ramble (I am my mothers love—
she spoke less when she felt heard,
at last, speaking vanished like God's idea
when he finally appears
) the daftness—
Jesus had a mother too
And Buddha
And Muhammad
and what must they have been like
the mothers of those who crawl from the pit with listening ears.
They held their babies too,
and must have taught them
so you can't say they aren't prophets too.
We all bleed
and all with ears to hear
and eyes to be blinded
hands to hold instead of grip;
fear not
to awaken at life with its boundless sound
and brilliant lights
for you are a bearer of truth too.
you have responsibility not to squander
you have purpose
love is light and joy
it is four immeasurable minds which embrace us all
fear it not
fear it not
you can love too
fear not that we may in this darkness
love our children too, and make them better
and not keep them from harm any more than we can, but
show them how to find joy and protect their own heart
and spread the love we never had
for isn't that the message of infant prophets?
"yes, we were babies,
yes, we suffered too"
and they brought light which must be brought again, every generation
every day, lest it be distorted in order to create
darkness

fear not compost
fear not to rebuild
fear not that we may make things anew

religion is one thing, but may you touch
eternity
personally.
we need that light too.
We live too.
Don't wait for a prohpet.

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