Teacher of all the things you taught me, Being Free somehow stands alone. In all the wisdom that you shared with us together. Tightly together pressed against the Cornerstone. Built for mercy and the compassion planned between us. We saw sorrow but so many felt good grace. In a desert of so many worldly comments, the look of love was etched upon each face. Notwithstanding the valor of each moment. Not forgetting the courage of the past. We received it as if it had always lived among us. We perceived it as the greatest gift we’d ever had.

Alone together but together made up one, Proudly flourished each Father to his son. Nightly congress of the things pursued together and for each day filled with adventure and great fun. To the forest we’d lead them all to bounty and in their peace we find the spirit there inside. So sure of nothing but all that once lived together At its passing became Blessed as it died. Father please us in seeing reason run the city, remove our leaders with wicked storm inside. Stand them together to be inspected by the people, that all see them betwixt their endless pride.

We once knew goodness and can learn it once again, no cause for anger or depression on our brow. Each chance for failure a guide to when, when or how. So if your hungry for the answers to your questions, simply pursue them as if your hunting deer. They run strong before you between you man and beast each full of fear. Cause for displeasure at the hand of godless folly to wonder why when you’ve turned from flowing source, Ran off disgruntled wondering blindly from your course. You see an opening and thrust down deep inside to find that purchase that will cut him deep and wide. But you’ve quickly missed him and time forgets most men, it looks for conquest at behest of wiling men.

So Stand for Reason or sit for love and spite, both are familiar with the dances of the night. Seldom followed the path to rarely seen a timid servant too much in awe to fading Queen, stared in disbelief and quiet as the Spirit showed His Home, ln a junkie and man too friendly to be alone. Why do we discount them for standing on the shelf Seldom expected to receive compliment of wealth. harbored resentment and envy for the gold of Kings there is no outcome that shows good within all God’s things Some meant for evil and some to stand and do naught, then there’s the heroes who have won before they fought. To them time is shifting like the sand with the glass, the only difference is handling it with class.

Is it my heart that yet knows love. Are my fevered dreams longing wish of material exploit? Sir the lasting impression of your love has written sunrise on retina and dawn after dawn of exquisite scenario in unbreakable smile. Toes unfurled to meet the muddy dim at water’s creep. Musty odors of dog, frog and log waft about so thickly they paint everything in their pathway. Dew, flower and sky battle to exalt God’s name in indelible pagentry. Angels, Bright with the light of God’s Presence, shine upon the morning to remind it He is never far from shore.

Seeming Lull in Summer’s prowess whispers of Autumn’s attempted takeover. Beat by the heat of the street the gentle brush of cooler night’s promise brings thrills of chills and renewed vigor for respite. Turned up, rolled tight in woolen woven warmth night’s embraced promising toasty sleep and deeper dream in comfort of dawn’s later review. Pause and paws upon my face tell a story that Summer’s heat shall never tolerate. Shared Gospel promise of Spring’s Return in bounty’s realized and the ample warmth of family, fires and rangour over our favorite dish. As some pray some wish upon stars and mars and midnight for safety, surety and peace.

Heard about it all at the Mid Summer’s Ball laughing as if Fall spelled millennia. The crucible of sorts my bruises and our warts are all trophies earned in Sports as life hands out rewards and punishment. The day had come and gone the future lost in dawn the man just trundles on and fish continues seeking spawn. Up stream assembled team beaming with belief and work and wonder. A sky beyond the night in their Minds had burned so brightly offering splendor and tendering treasure without measure for considering overwhelming enemy loss. Head’s tossed in cool reflection winter’s breath so quickly mentioned that all wrapped themselves ceremoniously in wind’s brisk born bite.

It’s not that Spring is lost but as each head is tossed we think of world’s away and years wonder. To Ponder in one self the victory in wisdom’s wealth siding with the dragon all consumed the flagon and forgot for a fortnight that winter’s blight always ends verdantly, triumphantly in the seeded rebirth of bird and branch. Why then so loathe to change when sitting still appears so strange to those wondering along the range of reason’s moments rearrange. Each word a drop in blood stepping toward eternal flood of mountain, plain and bud by the overflowing Passions of a Righteous Judge. All will change and then be transformed for us again until that faithful day when everything temporary passes away revealing the dawn of time’s new accounting.

Who measures the power of yearning, compelling passions that lead to acquiring the property of those next door? What makes you rise to action to take a thing that is not yours depriving your Friend, Brother, Neighbor of his goods that you may secretly call them your own? What passions advocate a concentration so powerful that it leads to planned attainment of those things coveted?

Whose luring eyes has fixed itself upon the Jewel of America, the same way that we once measured the natives and found them incapable of keeping this nation for themselves? Is it single nation determined to press our shores to reside in our cities and townships or are there greater groups aligned? What plans have they to rid U.S. of American ownership, renaming these lands their own at our losing and probably demise? Who are their helpers, assistance and agents, for certainly this is much easier done as an inside job?

Why now? What makes a nation certain of a victory that they spend ample time and treasure in its acquisition? Are we somehow weak or has the poison that we’ve been given finally entered the blood stream of America, defining her ripe for conquer? Have we been infected with slow release contagion or illness that has dwindled our resolve our strength to reason our way to safety in self reliance? Or have we been forsaken by the God who gave U.S. this Sovereign Constitutional Republic because we have departed from the agreement demanded for its maintenance and ownership? Have we been deceived and then been obedient as Adam and Eve in the Garden only to lose the enormous jewel of our first love in the mistaken travels?

This is not a short term plan to take down the strong legged, mature male who from frontal assault is unassailable. This is the planning of a weaker beast, determined to erode the soil, chip away at the foundation and deceive its way to entry to the Court of Kings. History is filled with conquer that took no force of Army until its late discovery around the bend, beyond the mountain or hidden well prepared in the valleys beyond. The tomes of conquering men catalog the methods of misdirection and secret piracy, waiting in the shadows for the day of blood and plunder. It is the bane of all sane men to forget history at the sake of lost lands and family. Are we that nation that has forgotten the trickery’s of lands past fallen? Now finding ourselves victim to approaching squadrons seeking to topple our remaining weak resolve?

We have gazed upon the stars and forgot to tend the field for planting. So far removed from our roots that we neglected them beneath the surface of ground we took for granted and spring rains we scant remember. This is the folly of stargazers who go hungry in the winter for lack of common sense preparation and readiness. We were warned over and again bout the cost of lazy thinking and actions absent when the fields go fallow and our minds begin to falter. This is the time of our realization of the costs of folly’s reason. The bird come home to roost finding it taken and occupied by squirrel, racoon or possum. Two paths before U.S.; One of capitulation to powers seemingly greater than our own to be assimilated into cultures foreign and decisions made by Kings, the Other to remember this day who we once stood proudly, dressed in the characteristics of our benevolent God. Sovereign we became, with rights given by an immutable Lord that were promised immutable and unchangeable by the hand of man or governor.

This is the time for choice. Will we stand like the men of old with laser focus upon enemies who now stand boldly at our doorstep? Or will we shrink and become the forgotten servant race of those who were chosen as proper slaves to a culture and thinking far from our own? Once Choice made the answers lays plain before U.S. We must cry out to the God who has given U.S. this bright land over the will of others who possessed and appeal to His loving nature that we be forgiven and restored. And at such healing we remember the price of failure is doing nothing to maintain the pearl of our gifting. For there are always covetous eyes looking over the fences of your back forty. We cannot change the nature of their greedy sin, but we can defend in vigilance the lives that depend upon our strength within its borders.

What is the nature of our assailing? It is the nature that calls all men to diligence. It is the cause that faces each of U.S. in rejoicing in the bounty that God’s gifting or losing it slowly to those who hunger for our measure. It is the time for men to stand and do what each must perform that Liberty is ensured for generation to follow, honoring the Name of God who gave U.S. all this blessing at outset. May the Lord Heal this nation and continue to reward the faithfulness of its recipients with Long Life and abundance with reason, justice and care for all who call this nation our Home.

The quiet light of midnight the tears upon my shirt

I thought that love was supposed to feel so great

But all I feel is hurt.

The first time we had coffee life seemed to just make sense

I got to the business of living where before I only

sat up high upon that fence

When we held hands I felt it, the Mighty hand of God

Laying out the right life before me that is why this

breakup seems so odd

What I didn’t know then and I don’t want to know now

The questions heavy on my heart

As I try and figure out How?

How am I going to keep breathing

When my lungs don’t want the air

What’s the treasure in living

Each day you’re not going to be there?

The things that used to mean freedom

are now just reminders in this prison of pain

Just to be sitting in this moonlight together

I’d know sweet Liberty’s Touch again

A moment spent together is more valuable then year’s apart

All the battle’s I’ve won all the wishes and fun

Have so little to do with my heart

Looking back at the nights together and the day’s I spent with you

Regardless of the sun, wind or weather

They were the best things I’d ever do

As early morn approaches and the cold of dawn has come

I pull my sweater tight around me

To remind me of where it came from

I am hoping you hold on to those moments not the fighting or the pain

In hope that we can make so many more of them

when you come home to me once again.

Feeling the phases, I fill all the spaces with song. Standing alone in the doorway

I have simply been there all along. Dancing the footsteps alight with the joy of the Light

Unafraid in the dark desperate days in the taming of Man. Unmeasured Justice at the

heart of a centralized plan. Enlisted to millions I blend in crowds when I can. Waiting

in wonder for the brutality of reason to cease. Finding the facts that point to the value

of breaking the lease. Along for the ride, set aside my life before the spark of rebirth

Traversing the highways, each pebble in my pocket, searching for what life is worth.

Clutching them tightly I can feel I as they scratch, pinch and bite

the pain of their imprint counseling me not to hold it so deeply inside.

Open wide for the morning when the thoughts of all mystery rush to

meet the matters of mind. Alone in my pondering, still wondering the

wandering to which I’m inclined. Caught without asking for solace within the problems

to solve. I seek out the Master and ask for the hope to revolve. In faith without reason

I look for the answers delight, by the clouds of perspective beholding the pure

and the right. The voices of reason chant the song of the season in rhyme.

I look for the memory but the only season I can remember is Thyme. When time can’t

remember and none can forget that’s sublime. For no one is charged without ever

having committed the crime. I dance to remember and sing to forget all that’s gone.

Becoming a player when I’ve grown so tired of being a pawn. The last time I saw

you the dream was so clear in your face. Becoming an astronaut you were certain of

going to space. The lead is diminished cut in half but the bustling hoard. My chips are all

scatted and my cards are all over the board. He whispers it’s over return to your place

by my side. I tried to make the distance but the jump was too far and wide. I hide in the

silence the answers beyond my demand. The meaning within questions too obtuse

for a simple man to understand. I’m found in the forest with all in my wallet still dry.

When I smile at nothing and laugh when they ask me why. See there’s air in the desert

but the sun leaves you wishing for sleep. Nothing but shadows and wind with its

secrets to keep. Tell them all I’ll be tardy to play the first song without me in line.

I’ll be out on the corner raising money by holding a sign. Saying prayer for the Governor

for he hasn’t a clue we’re just fine. I was loving my neighbor until he abruptly drank all the

wine. We haven’t an offering, though He told me our hearts would do just fine.

Lost sight of land, lost sight through the tears in eyes to the pen within my hand. A night without light, a fight without the reason or cause to stand by my demand. Friends and Brothers gone, forced away by the raging voice of arrogance and pride within. No longer wrong but hopelessly outside the zone where hope and healing begin.

Love has no fault, it just seeks for good purpose to see to the health and provision for all. A dove just alights, but the glory of God’s Pleasure protects all of us from experiencing the fall. A day without reason and a week without pause and song without lyrics and a war without cause. No longer away simply running to stay several feet ahead of the Lion’s Paws.

My skin grows tight as the hunger racks my body I shudder from the sting of the wind. So long I’ve sinned and pinned to the ground by the rock of my prison my wings are unable to find. The wind to lift above the deception and lies of those sold out to shade. I got a spark and the fuel of a fire that burns brighter and higher than the flames of his arrow or edge of his blade.

The surface looms so far above that reaching it is a dream I once had as I slept God pulled me to life. The air consumes each fiber of my lungs burns with the desire to be rid of my strife. All reason and folly like Matthew and Molly are a dance with a smile fed by gin. My answers don’t follow nor the dreams that I swallow without the courage to ever begin.

What sort these words to provoke the anger and retribution of men. Where, why and when are the questions we’re asking in a world without end. I had no shame nor blame for those who found us of long word. We wore our heart and the part where they wept we stood kindly aside with power inside knowing victory had come to this World.

Is hope a measurement and if so of what? The propensity to believe, not just in things uncommon but things rumored, foretold or unseen transcends the boundaries of culture, race and nationality. Therefore theories to which like people gather in agreement must possess a certain quality of truth, credibility or fill an empty desire for sensationalism present in all manner of global peoples. But Hope seems to be the one positive reflection that appears most common to people in their daily attempt to overcome the obstacles associated with life’s struggle. Therefore this peculiar element demands close review. What is the measure of hope and its benefits or detractors.

Recently there has a been a significant campaign by scientists to bridge the gap to spirituality with psychological explanations of those things which science being limited to the real, nature or experiment tested subjects has been lithe to explain. For example; “Hope doesn’t relate to IQ or to income,” says psychologist Shane Lopez, PhD, a senior scientist at Gallup and author of the 2013 book “Making Hope Happen.” “Hope is an equal opportunity resource.” Quoted from

SCIENCE WATCH

Mission impossible

Being hopeful is good for you — and psychologists’ research is pinpointing ways to foster the feeling.

By Kirsten Weir

October 2013, Vol 44, No. 9

What Science seemingly intends to create an idea that hope may be increased, taught and built upon but fail to adequately explain hope’s original birthplace. And in so doing scientists may expertly deal with the utilization, outcomes and expectations of hope without violating their original premise that Science can deal with nothing outside of the natural. Remember science rigidly depends on that which is testable, explainable and natural so to explain the Positive inherent nature of a quality that people simply have requires a step outside of Scientist’s reach. Just as the understanding of hope demands such stretch so does the calculation of its measurement which is Faith. The Bible on the other hand has no such struggle nor difficulty in explaining those things which are Spiritual and fully explains the origin and the measure of hope for all men to readily understand. Question; Would you rather accept understanding from a discipline that admittedly is performing mental gymnastics in its capacity to explain life’s characteristics or go to a source that has no problem in its explanation and use?

This is the magic of the modern educator. They can explain spirituality without ever having had a raisin of it in their crumpet. Much the same as the United States Currently struggles in understanding that you cannot have a Sovereign Constitutional Republic without a relationship with God who gave U.S. the Sovereignty inherent to its creation. To measure Hope you must understand its collective result called Faith. And to understand that measure you must have first accepted God’s existence without which Faith is impossible for it is beyond the measures of science.

Faith is the mature expectation that God’s Promises are real and that somehow things are going to work out regardless that sensory data tells us the opposite. So faith looks outside the Science of senses to provide the Hope and the eventual Faith to believe that things are going to be alright even when they are drastic or tragic in the moment. It seems unlikely that science can make the leap to adjudicator, explainor or trainor in a discipline which their tools are inadequate to explain. I get the pressure to explain those things within life that are beyond one’s own capacity, understanding or belief, but to do so we must venture into that dangerous area of opinion. Opinion by its nature is subjective and therefore must rely on an established credibility of man to be retained, accepted and believed. God does not require that credibility be established for His Word Prevails, exists and cannot be disproven. You see God establishes understanding He does not require that you believe it to establish His or the Truth’s Credibility. It simple is and it is true without your or my subjective opinion or approval.

God describes the nature of Hope as a belief in things not yet seen which is fully consistent with the idea its understanding is outside of the senses for it is inconsistent with what is currently being seen by the individual and rather a belief in something different than what our eyes are telling us. How does one develop, reward or increase the capacity to not trust their senses? How is that even possible to scientifically train oneself to not follow your senses but believe something in spite of them? That is belief. A reach outside the understanding of the individual to the acceptance of Sovereignty. You see we choose to believe the Higher Credibility of God’s Word to the fragile and limited data perceived in our senses. That is something that science may only guess upon which labels science as a fragile, limited discipline compared to Faith in Almighty God.

You want power over this life and understanding beyond the limited disciplines of this world, the only way is Faith, Hope and Belief upon the Things of God, Without which you will be forever limited to the parameters of the natural and experiential, which is illogical by nature for all of us know that there are spiritual things that cannot simply be explained by our senses or science. I pray you find an expanded universe and become powerful in hope through relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ the King of Everything.

I had not died the thousand times I’ve tried or mercifully relented to the hand that kept me from eternity. In dancing my timeless trot, Rethinking each old thought I remembered what had been taught about the things we should or ought. Embraced by the perfect envelope of someone’s greater intention, glued to objectives beyond my plan, outside my scope, up a downward-sloping righteous left turn to somewhere I’d never gone with directions in a language beyond my reckoning. I wept when I should have cried told the truth when I clearly should have lied and relived the thousand times I almost died in perpetuity. All the while a smile graced my face like a comedian from outer space I looked upon this reality and guffawed openly.

Transdental does not mean moving teeth but the science of compliance within a maze run by ferrets that inherits its rule of engagement from a cruelish segment seeking comic relief in the brief tragic failure of man’s hopeful flight. When we’ve seen dawn no sundown measures the treasures of awakening to one’s next chance at life. Resplendent opportunity practiced with impunity, in obscurity lacking surety on a horizon with no beginning racing toward the end. Whom shall I befriend, when the sheriff seems a miscreant and the angel’s non committal in rehearsal of fates reversal, studying universal truths with local prospectus non comformis ad homenim in formatum. That there’s is hair at all for the cat to make a ball choking out the squall from time’s tragic tempest set to metronome.

Clearly nothing fades, no colors revert to shades the sharpest crimson blades do not steal the fake from real nor end the whole ordeal as we’ve been invited to a meal set for Sinners come to Saints. One faints in realization of salvation of a nation locked down by proclamation without career or recreation to sing of the thing that we though came with Spring. No Author of our quandary no logic to our wondery mixed in with dirty laundry we found the Hopeful thing. Among the misbegotten, set aside from all that’s rotten, the metal had been wrought in the recycling that we’d brought in that others had forgotten we found the answers to treasures in measures meant for Kingdoms well beyond us we enjoyed by those with scant appetite and faded to history a mystery for Pathologists.

Stride found in miles wondering aloud how the proud ran the race with no shoes and no place to put the baggage we’d collected, somehow its all connected so quizzically predilected while most stood by unaffected. It all has been determined, the rats eternally vermined, the Nazi’s are still Germaned and wanting of a war. The soar above the heaven in their virtue and their leaven wanting that it all was seven not a remix of six upon six. We waited at the portal to become something other than mere mortal. All the while a pile of passion and regret over which we eternally fret never wanting to forget that we are the Teacher’s Pet destined for some higher learning and the others to inquiry’s burning the lakes forever churning in the memories of what was. Too peaceful to be brutal to useful for discard we had to think so hard and long of a sufficient little song to sing the Tale of Wrong done Right for for when they set to flight with High Priest just to the Right of the Father we all Love.

So many paths lay before the feet of Man. Tossed about by the waves of indecision and personal dependence we may find ourselves searching water, land and sky for some indication of the best route. That is the price of errant wisdom, absent understanding or reliance upon the voice of self direction. Who do you trust, and why?

Some of us have paid the price of elevated self esteem or too consistent self reliance. If I have no wisdom to share yet consistently demand that my voice is the only one worth following, I am in a world of heart before I’ve begun any venture. Is it then prerequisite to finding the correct path through life a humbling event or wisdom injection invalidating the superiority of self reason and reliance? Apparently, until that event occurs the divinely inspired path through or beyond this life is unavailable.

Additional concerns regarding opposing deceivers demand caution in listening to any suggestion along the way. Why? because trust is a commodity rarely purchased without pain. We must put to test those recommendations and so often find them false having had to pay the price of dependence upon their wisdom. Not all voices may be trusted and must be tested to determine their worth. Just as with the voice of self, there are influences who either know very little about what they are suggesting or take pride in leading those trusting astray. We must then develop a mature discernment for recommendation and fully determine who and how we will determine voices worthy of reliance.

This is the dilemma of the worldly, for they may never know whom to trust until having lost some skin in the game. That is not so with God, for every Word that proceeds from His Mouth is viable and productive food for the journey. Everything that God tells us to do or direct us toward is safe, sound, consistent and reliable for he has no false spirit nor does he delight in leading any astray. The Way that God sets before each person is built upon foundation, wisdom, trust and strength. Therefore those who choose to trust God are always headed the right direction and toward the best available destination. And that humbling moment and turn from self reliance occurs at the admission or confession of sinfulness. So, those who trust in God have already been rid of the false sense of security associated with self belief.

Jesus provided the road map to the only path to everlasting life when the veil of this life is traversed. It is a path that requires attention, listening, learning, growth and enduring qualities for none of the lessons are easy and most require transformation. However once on the path and attention paid to consistently following the inerrant direction of God’s Word each believer may be assured with direction, purpose and destination. Trust in God is Sure IN deed. In this certainty men who have taken to the Way have an independence of thought from the world around them and a reliance of surety placed upon the Lord.

Don’t you want to always go the right direction, speed and end up where you wanted to go? Don’t you want to be able to trust every recommendation and avoid the pitfulls and back tracking associated with poor directions? Don’t you want to escape the implications of having traveled the wrong road, the dangerous road or the road fraught with disturbance? There is one path certain, one path sure beyond all others, one voice worth following and one savior who delivered us from Sin and Death. His Name is Jesus, The WAY the Truth and the Life and no one comes to the Father but through Him.

How much you want to bet there were people who knew George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Ben Franklin who asked them to stop what they were doing, counseling them it was foolish and that they would end up bankrupt and destroy what had already been built? Who has the loudest voice in your life? Is it a naysayer? The most damage ever done to the human spirit to prevail is done by those surrounding each person, chipping away at their intention to do something worthy or righteous. Are you counseling those around you to be fearful or to pull back from completing that which God has programmed into their soul?

Day after day I hear people mourn the lack of love one’s support in the great things they have planned for their families or the community around them. We perhaps have forgotten the pivotal importance and the affect we have upon all those in our sphere of personal influence. It appears to be associated with the mindset of personally focused importance. That each of us having made ourselves the most important subject in the room, our own story the only one worth hearing have lost understanding of the impact each has upon those who depend our encouragement, agreement or support. How many of us have stopped something truly life changing from transpiring in our simple misunderstanding of our own impact upon those who love us and expect the same?

I would rather be silent then see the effect of my negligence, poor encouragement or rather adverse discouragement of those who have ideas, grand ideas about how they wish to change the world around them. That is not love. Nor is it love to make myself the center of the universe and in so doing diminish the importance of each life that God has graced me to be involved. It is time for me to take the light off myself and place it upon those around me for whom I have some measure of culpability in their prosperity or efficacy for God’s Kingdom. They are not my charge but it is my responsibility to love them the way that I would want to be loved and that is exactly to what I am referring. I would wish that those around me took a conscious participative role in my maturation, even to the point of refraining from the negative words they would deliver simply to see me corrected. I love you folks and I will do nothing to defer, diminish or restrain you in accomplishing the impossible tasks that God has directed for your completion.

Times have changed. Most people have become so self concerned that they no longer even consider the words that they are saying may have a detrimental effect upon the youthful minds surrounding our monologue. Gone are the restraints or governors on our speech such that in the public square children can readily expect to hear the most vulgar dialogue imaginable. It is normal or regular for putrid speech to reach the ears of the innocent, marring, shaping, changing them for a lifetime ahead and yet few of us consider the impact of a moment having that lasting impression. I own my words. Words are the most powerful weapon I have. If I go about with no caution or respect of that potency then when wounds, damage or lasting malformation occurs because of my speech then I should accept the accountability for that flippant regard.

We as Americans have been given liberty to do many things that are considered beyond human reach around the world. Yet, we take it with loose regard as if entitled to these freedoms to such measure that we may escape accountability. With Power comes the responsible use of that authority that it not be wielded in a manner that causes collateral damage. It is time once again to remember that we are not alone in the universe, that young ears and hearts hear everything that we say and are impacted in the wake of our flippancy. I know that I am not in charge of America, but I am in charge of me and the things that I say. I will not have a child damaged by my words just because I had the freedom and the power to say them. My freedom does not outweigh the rights of the innocent. Their future is more important that my will to express my thoughts and though what I need say must be said it must be said at appropriate timing, in jargon and meter that it will not have negative repercussions upon the innocent for whom I am personally responsible to God Almighty.

Never underestimate the impact each of you have on each other’s life. Leave little damage in the wake of your temporary travels through this life. Love them as you would want to be loved. In Jesus’ Name.