Days without fear and nights without lies. Prostituted character borrowed the helm of righteousness to ram the shore line with a cargo of contraband, feeding, seeding, fertilizing the sins of humanity with fodder. The poor forgotten used as bludgeon on credibility of thoughtful men. Storms sought not avoided, checks voided rather than cashed the earnings of the wicked. Where are the forgotten few, the humbly proud doing the right thing with no alternate expectation or timeline? What makes a man a winner, happenstance or fight for what is right and true? By God or Nature there comes a reckoning of recalibration when the scales are amended to read Zero and those of shallow character are counted Empty.

Petulance of ideological screaming first unbelieved and laughed off as some intranquil few. Now broadcast from dawn to dusk as if the masses embraced hysteria’s mantle. Gone the credulous folks with dirty hands and sweaty brow viewing the world through lens of practicality, replaced, sold into the historical annals as if common sense were meant to be uncommon. Delightful chaps with stirrup and work boot, standing for all good things as if nothing rude or disquieting existed. The cowboy, the farmer, the craftsman and the butcher, serving a community for the purpose of common resolve and good pleasure. For God so loved the men that these red bloods with constitutions born of cold fields and hot chow found their comfort in the knowledge of God’s adoration. No logical linear path between here and there, then and now, U.S. and them breeding clear evidence of infiltration or wicked injection. The time for healing long passed we now found ourselves committed to destruction or the Loving hand of God’s healing hope.

Contenders thinking themselves of better breeding looking down upon creation as if they themselves had been designated judge by God. Forgotten or conveniently avoided the Creators participation as a living God in the Creation He found worth His dying. Have we served folly for so many generations that we have completely rid ourselves of reason and understanding of whose sky we find our heads beneath. Gambling with eternity is the stuff of those who have already lost and are seeking some small measure of escape or pardon for previous exception. We shall not go the way of the Fallen, but many will choose to usher them to the edge of lake beyond and find themselves upon the slippery slope of no return. Contending with an Almighty Presence who duly warned all of His coming Wrath and Judgment. Those thinking themselves above the Almighty’s vision will sadly be undone, unwritten in history’s documentation, never to be remembered or even recorded to the hope of fond recall. The property of humility the only key to escape Holy dispensation for all things were created as God spoke those faithful Words of Light.

Without the evil, black, darkness of oppression and disgusting sin would we see the Need for a Holy and Righteous God. Without captivity there is no Need for Freedom. Without snares there is no cause of crying out for release. Without depression there is no understanding the warmth of joy and giving. Without doubt Hope never carries you through the obstacles and difficulties to brighter days. Without death the joy of Life Everlasting makes no sense in rational discussion. Without God none of it would be.

Without Love we would never know the true power of Creation. Without promise we would never hold on to something we can trust. Without fights we would never struggle harder to overcome those in opposition. Without righteousness we would all just kill, steal and destroy. Without an understanding of God we may never know the Peace beyond circumstantial reason. Without care we will always be alone. Without a night the day cannot refresh the past and without dreams we cannot see beyond imagination to make the impossible real.

Without Earth we would have nothing to cherish and protect. Without children no hope of carrying on into a future yet unknown. Without the fall we would lose the greatest harvest. Without fog we would never need a lighthouse. Without dogs we would spend our lives wondering about the existence of unconditional love. Without cats we would be less independent. Without War we would never pursue peace with passionate resolve to end them forever. Without Faith it is impossible to please Almighty God. Thank Him for giving us each of seed that we might choose to grow it into blossom without which we would never hear those faithful words. Without Christ there is no redemption, forgiveness, sanctification and glory. Without Choice Love is irrelevant to all.

They told me that the universe had heard their cries and provided understanding and resolution to their dilemma. I love people so I didn’t ask which universe, or did the universe have a phone number or just how did the universe think and respond to their requests? Instead I listened with seriously intention of understanding for I don’t listen to people waiting for them to take a breath in order to provide them with the benefit of my grand wisdom. I truly wish to hear what they have to say, what they think and how they see the universe. Apparently they see the Universe as some unnamed God that knows needs and provides good and bad outcomes based on karmic karmamonitor that determines our worth.

They told me there are perfect frequencies and that these frequencies when reached indicate the transition to a new world. Accordingly there must be planetary or stellar alignments and we must have achieved a certain mantra to be included in these transitions but that is all determined by some destructive or creative entities that may only be reached through either dying or taking a potent mixture of psychedelic medicines and herb. Coincidentally, I remember reading this matched some Buddhist, Hindu, Mayan, Aztec, Egyptian and other mythology/religion and thought to myself that doesn’t seem too pleasant to have to die to transform, take drugs or somehow reach some period of evolutionary equipping. But you always want to love the person not judge the story, so I listened intent upon understanding their purpose and direction. What I found was a quest for power, magic, wisdom and transhuman hopefulness.

They told me of a God who doesn’t love but expects pristine obedience, even to the point of authorizing prevarication and killing to achieve total compliance to demand. They told me of beatings, duties, mercy killings and enforced prayer to show humility and allegiance. I saw the efficacy of their system reflected in the power businesses and government that they sponsored with a authority that would not be challenged or compromised. I saw the fear of women and children who not meet my gaze and the brutal tyranny of terrorists and militias that used ruthless action to demand absolute obedience. I so wanted to understand and to love so I looked for the peace of it all and found little. I found Kind human hearts and was pleased to love the people while being truly puzzled by the system.

They didn’t need God for they would conquer the world themselves. Yet they called me weekly to complain, cry and worry about the problems that they themselves could never transcend. I heard their belief that somehow they would find the path to glory and a realization that the world did in fact match their understanding, but today was not that day. They expressed the monetary, fame and relationship dominance goals where people of similar understanding and self focus would come together out of natural collective bonding to form a society built on mutual admiration and trust. Their stories of needing no one or no help may have rang true in their courageous expression but I wept for them internally as I had seen the depth of despair weekly.

I wanted to help, but it wasn’t from me that they needed anything other than my love and understanding. So, I understood and loved. Then one day it happened the attempt to love and understand bore in them a question. The question one of my own perspective which none of them had inquired. I told them of my God and His plan for salvation having determined before time that each of us is so precious HE had to provide a bridge back to relationship and fellowship with Him. For the first time they listened as asked the Spirit for the Powerful Words to reach their hearts for Jesus. All wept, even me, as they realized all these years we have been sitting together as they expressed their quest for understanding that I had found the Way, the Truth and Life through Jesus Christ Their King.

What have we remembered or failed to forget? In its solemn place with happy face absent all regret.

All that I’ve encountered along the windswept shore. Leaves me with big questions forever seeking More.

I started out with gusto always being in the right, but ended up in patience refusing every fight.

All have found some wisdom having crossed through trouble’s door, some have run from what they saw and others asked for more

Comfort in believing and power in belief. No place left to run and hide when you truly seek relief.

Inside the credentials outside is all look, Never known true freedom unless our name is in the Book.

Happenstance has half a chance of saving us from fear, each promise drives us freely into what we need to hear.

All days just blend together and the nights just more the same, riding high or sitting shy it’s all within this game.

No blame for ponder’s wonder no saddle for my ride, He promised He’d return to us to make a happy Bride.

Each dawn is one more marble in the jar that nearly filled, each moment a new memory that’s for which we each are billed.

It’s all just contemplation and happy hopeful thought reviewing all the pictures in the package that we’ve bought.

These stars don’t last forever, as bulbs they all burn out, though living through forever is what it’s all about.

So drink upon the chalice, draft deeply quench that thirst, you won’t be the last to arrive there and certainly not the first

The power of non fiction is in the fact that it is real, it doesn’t matter the circumstances or how contrary that you feel.

The Lord is High above us but also in our hearts as we seek to rediscover the watch and all its parts.

In Loving emancipation we all will be set free to escape the plastic wrapping and see what we each shall be.

At the end of this short journey lays a road so often sought that cannot be earned as each is worthy and most assuredly never bought.

Misunderstanding struggles we fought then kicked and bit and realizing falsely that the wrestling would never quit.

But God had secured the Victory and we the testing ground please hand to me His chalice I’d love another round.

Tried and true. We want substantiality, trustworthiness and a reliant basis upon which to base our actions and beliefs. How is that state achievable without weathering the storm, taking incoming fire or suffering the cold and the hot of pressures within the Kitchen? There is no easy way. Though path of least resistance is typically an option in most circumstance it constitutes some manner of victimization or slavery to situation that most find unpalatable. Our tastes better served by making choices we generally avoid conflict even to the point of empowering bullies or becoming complicit in the illegal over reaches of the administrative body under which we find ourselves in service.

The only way to true faith is a belief and then the trials of said belief until it becomes solid mooring against which we may secure the vehicles of life. If I trust something or someone that person or thing must have previously and repeated demonstrated through empirical testing that it would hold up under the external invasions, withstand the assaults of enemy intruders or provide suitable excuse to protect us from the normal demands present in daily occurrence. Without belief there can be no faith, without trial of that faith their can be no trust and without trust we are left wandering on the waves of non commitment never truly understanding the benefits of safety and relief found in comradery.

With God this requirement is lessened but still there and it is apparent in His Word that He expects a certain amount of testing and verification to determine His faithfulness. However with God, since it always, Yes and Amen, this process should be concluded shortly after it becomes clear that God never fails us. For those that continue to test God, refusing to deposit that trust in His account there must be substantial cost or lack of reward to accompany the reluctance to place trust in His immaculate devotion. Without trust in God we fail to have the close relationship with a loving Father, who is always there, always ready to give what is needed at perfect timing, leaving us again alone in a desperate world surrounded by clever and self serving appetites one of those being our own. Test God but find Him true and move on to a mature relationship where we understand our place in His Plan and delight in the privilege of our advanced position.

Trust requires courage. Without testing our armour, equipment, supply lines and relationships we really do not know how they will perform under the pressures of battle or the onslaught of daily circumstance. Maturity demands a rational understanding and process for establishing the trust necessary to amass the talent, power and supporting cast to truly take on the largest enemies or challenging facing each of us in the temporary existence. We must acknowledge the need for adequate and sufficient testing to swiftly determine the suitability of People and Equipment that we move on to the application of life’s requirement. Without trust we wander, stand still or venture into waters unprotected or become steely hard to resist even those friendly as would be attackers. This is no way to live an abundant life. There must be a modicum of trust within a healthy set of relationships. Perhaps the best method of establishing these supporting connections is to go to God first, establish that relationship and then utilize the subsequent discernment to rationally and spiritually examine all other potential commitments from that basis.

Do you trust God? Do you trust your own abilities or planning/execution? Do you trust others? Do you believe that fate is against you or that God will provide what you need exactly when you have need? Do you believe the stories you are told or avoid people finding them unbelievable? These are the questions that will dictate the road before each of us. We are only capable of doing so much on our own. Without the assistance and support of others we are limited within this life. Trust is an enormous benefit, but you must establish your own process for determining its existence. How do you establish Trust?

Perhaps the day is too long for reason and the challenges short, hard and painful in resolution. An attempt at transformation requires a dream and the will to stand the fires of testimony and temper. Without a place to go, most will lay in rest at the repository in sediment at the lazy river’s passage. Beyond the walls of reason and nearing freedom’s fall. The heart of Godly mandate is in finding the love to follow. Not from sweet pride but disciplined call to Life.

Upon the wall, murals of our passing. Winding each path too afraid and much too tired. Singing alone or the humming, most find some edge of comfort. Presented with facts that challenge my own construct. Leaving me bare to the wicked hand of time. At the least revisit the monuments of passing finding relief in the pool of world’s tears. Too many hearts have the threat of passing to be forgotten by those just lost in wandering eye. The desperate few who have given all for freedom, find there sweet help in ages passing bye.

A prolonged affection written on the wrinkled brow of a man respecting judgment. Wisdom’s pearls washing upon the shores to die. Into the mire our are poorly sodden, wading to frozen shin challenging the pests and sycophants sent for the purposes of crime. This is the state where reason becomes judgment and all men’s reflections become history for the wondering eye of those to come from beyond. In that reflection I hope they find us worthy of fabled tale or storied song of heroic life or death.

Still songs to sing and stories left recounted, by mouths of hope and faithful passer’s bye. And with will’s branding we find ourselves selected to live or die forced to compelling resolve or quiet similitude. In Eagle’s flight food and hunger all protected to find tomorrow each must sleep tonight. In the dawn of human’s passing we find the gold of God’s retelling why? For days too slow are passing now in rough equation. To heaven’s gate where Saint Peter’s knows we’d never lie. but for each man, a wrestle here with reason. We’ve been taken over because they’d prefer watch our sickened passing then to try and keep us all alive. For in the spirit, if you cannot see the answer.]

Some perch is marked with the prowlers seeking district. Some lovely lives carry with them the wounds of life. Into the rift each man must find his passage. Then home again to business, storm or bride. All tuckered what will be there news now that have been caught within a Lie. You may require all good men soon be captured. To defend the government that hasn’t take this occasion to welcome all to see U.S. where we reside in God’s blessings and promise of afterlife. Don’t quarrel, Know Life.

Quit, abandon, cease, depart, discharge, release, appease, relinquish, surrender, repeat. Queer, anomalous, bizarre, ludicrous, peculiar, unique, resigned, urgent, preposterous, singular. Quaint, abstruse, archaic, nice, old-fashioned, curious, classical, character, virtue, strange. Quash, quench, remake, obfuscate, veneer, fake, waxen, ashen, priest, wood, hay, stubble, leased. Quixotic, dangerous, foolhardy, bold, hearts, all, cold. Quotient, variables, lamp, vicarious, character, stamp, review, rebuke, revamp. Not within this camp.