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.