That quiet waterway, with supple leaf, freshly posited rain falling from the brim of my cap, dirt and forest watching me back as I wander on bye.  Night was fractured and dispersed by dawn, divided then conquered in the emerging and cleansing power of light.  What brought memory’s route Lord?  There must be something I am meant to rehearse once again in mastering the role for which I have been handsomely prepared.  Perching upon swollen, damp granite the moss disquieted by my rest, I trust in this moment as it reattaches me to days, nights and trials ended, seeking the one event intended for this teaching.

Lord, life is emerging, not coming forcefully onward as a headwind forcing me to check stance, but awakening, clothing me in the raiment of today’s tapestry.  No emergency, no threat, yet my heart sweats as it responds to reminded emotion, smells and history better left untended.  What is the fear of past fury?  Can it force me from hiding, facing this moment in the truth of things gone historically astray?  Or is it a bridge connecting all the disjointed parts of a man assembling before us, becoming, simply becoming.  Is this that quickening to which each man’s soul and spirit bid respond?  That stretching, adjusting, shaping and reforming sanctification that strips, dips, builds and remakes?

Don’t let them see is my only thought, embarrassed instantaneously by my dependency.  What cannot be given by free hands nor action but the surrendered will costs more coin of different dimension, leaving me unspoken, uprotected, yet safe within the Master Grasp of God.  It is good not to be that which has been but to become that which is capable of being so much more than has been.  This gift shall be accepted by few and understood even less than the outstretched hand of God’s mercy and grace in salvation.  This one is a thing of legend, kings and those things lying outside of this dream called time.  What does it mean this glory we receive?  How do you embrace something you do not nor ever could understand, something made by someone beyond you for purpose beyond comprehension with materials unknown within current or probable reference frame?

Shall I hang on to the present Lord in fear where this venture leads me, past then now then to the beyond of dream?  Or truly consider what you’ve chosen for me as the right decision, one which I was had always planned on making, but only just knew that it existed?  The quandary, the rub, the wrinkle, the apprehension without mention in the waiting hand of God’s Glorious Touch on everyone to rise.  Do you see, do you know, do you quest for the that Twinkling Moment?  Skyward, Onward, Returning as a bride, wed to the Righteous King of All to rule and reign in peace, power and truth.  Amen.