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.