What wakes me at night?  It is not fear of demons but prayers for the innocent.  I do not linger for wish of plenty or agony of drought, but for broken-hearted failure to comply with the expectations of the real and complicity with the false.  This life is necessary but in irony a sham.  It promises acceptance, understanding and love but lacks ability to comprehend such treasure.  I strive to fulfill paradigms which continuously change in this fickle display of catharsis and coveting.  No, my nightmare goes on in the form of yearning to be shaken awake to my real life, finding that this ridiculousness was the dream.  Break my shackles of limited understanding for it is absolutely apparent that I cannot exceed the perceived expectations of this trial.  Let me die that in my place Your glory might live and light the way to abundant spirit, heart and deed.  Where I am doomed to sleeplessness in failure, You promise of peaceful, victorious slumber.  Let me awake no more until that day I face Your splendid love, knowledge and judgment.  In You I find my rest to face what must be endured.  All my heart, mind, Spirit, soul and love are Yours.  In Jesus’ Holy name, I pray.  Amen.

http://www.foxnews.com/on-air/hannity/2012/02/14/catholics-mocked-grammys-there-religious-double-standard  The Mockery continues