Done calculating, interrogating God, demanding knowledge of Will and Purpose. He is my King, and me servant. Happy within the realm of fitting in somewhere in some distant paragraph, or careful sentence, to be what He declares is righteous and ready. Seeing through the seams is not welcome in expanded numbers, whispers heard when no one spoke, hands raised when no question asked, beyond the elbow of the mountain. Don’t force yourself, become yourself, a pat upon the shoulder, charming entrance or prayerful exit. What are dreams, when they are not your own but message of things forgotten, missed or maybes, someone else’s possibility or perspective?

Lord, tomorrow is not my wanderland. These tears, traffic of the journey of stars to solar’s edge, skating universes, leaving dust and moons in wake.  Shaking hands not fear-filled scare, but sharing in idea stored in the chronicles of a story yet told to me, or bye me, or about me, but none the less to do with me.  Answers are not always solutions when unwanted or misunderstood or inharmonious to expectation, reason or rhyme. Play the daydream Daddy, the part that makes me uncontrollably giggle in the madness of imagination and joyous excitement of life. There are no stripes to follow, no landing strip, no path or proper password given, yet all attached by workflow and essence.

Necessary, purchase of packages, little ones in which are held the volume of virtuality.  These steps lead us somewhere, does it matter or must my destinations be determined in the depths of declaration? Divine, in providence, in prudence in perspective, invective or directive is by nature beyond. Passed the point of reason, passed the point of calculus or summary judgment, a classification left out there for reasons that have no reasons to a man who has to no sense to understand them. This is the beginning, this moment, this breath, this twist, turn, variable and equation, leading to a sum or maybe nothing or perhaps Mobius infinity flipped upside in strings and strands or dimension in perpetuity. The Song I may sing now may never be sung again but for memory’s cause, so sing, for it is all about the memory. The focus, the reception, the Love, the answer in the Dream. Headed straight for God without a map to follow, course to navigate or aspiration to achieve. In Him, With Him, Going to Him, all at once.  In Jesus’ Name.