Don’t pretend. That you are man of worldly means, when your voice reflects the Holy ministry of God. Don’t be found in attic’s bare, when clothed in righteousness this morn just worn by God. Don’t be made of plastic, wax or mud, when crafted porcelain for the purpose of Heaven’s Helm.  This sky is not august for contemplation of the real against the pale, but for reality in its concrete reflection and division of those things created. A separation of the authentic from the passing, temporary from everlasting, mettle’s withstanding the all consuming fires of sanctification, leaving the lesser for human consumption. Delayed in purpose and resonance until that quiet morn when God awoke His passions within a heart for eternity.

Let them hear, that song within the annals and the creation of your love for God and All. Let them see that Burning Bush in the fires of your Holy countenance. Restrain those things that remain still awaiting cauterization’s quickening. Be thee alive in passions purse, displaying the wealth of abundance given in the breath of Almighty, Benevolence. These are the days of plenty, scantly able to spend all that I may muster, having to give and give just that it might expire prior to my obsolescence.  Dance to the pulse of heaven, as they celebrate those souls recovered for everlasting before the Throne of God, as He smiles. These are not the dreams of paper nor carbon but perpetual engines within hearts burning past the closing curtain of Time.

How in kinship must we ponder the palsied past or align our mind with the accumulation of things headed to expiration? This is the moment for inquisitive and inexhaustible imagination, Eyes to see beyond the curve in future’s unfolding resolution. A day, yes that day, born in promise, purpose and reason, but still a thing of faith for it shant be seen by many but by the lonesome few, who in understanding the Wisdom offered by Almighty, that this day shall pass but that one once come shall not expire. Are we each made for such a day, a day of permanence and completion? How differ my thoughts when venturing within the realm of that unchangeable moment where my infinity achieved? May I find peace, this moment from travel into such understanding, grasping, contemplating, realizing and putting to anvil that which is beyond current measure? Bring to my hand, Lord the fires and tools of immortality that I may begin to shape thought and action consistent with a man born again for everlasting.

In Jesus’ Name I pray.