Messenger's Message

Must here make clear, name's of nuclear
Family just born, whose health we're sworn,
To help live and survive, not just be born alive.
And have their own names. No confusing games.

Loveson is an Author and Sculptor.
Gaia's the Subject and our Mentor.
He/She writes new vision.
She/He is Love's vision.

It may be little confusing,
Like difference of Song from Sing.
Loveson writes and sings,
Gaia's songs played strings.

She/He's the object of our love,
The whole who enfolds us in Her/His glove.
A warm embrace so we can know,
She/He's responsible for our grow.

Loveson's here to sing the story.
Not for pride and not for glory.
An anonymous Artist,
Sculpting symbols of Heart's wish.

Don't confuse the clear message,
With the broken Messenger's passage.
He's nothing special, just someone;
Who jousts with windmills to be One.

And hopes others might also then See,
How their own wholeness might now be.
And if they can't We will be sad,
But for our cracked mirror's heart we're glad.

Loveson tries to plant seeds.
Gaia plants, grows, harvests needs.
We're just a strand in Her/His web.
Weaving coming leaving's instead.
You can be a find line too,
In Gaia's silky, woven zoo.


Messenger's Message
by Loveson G. Flower
Wednesday, 8/6/97
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