Something talented and refined, penned in genius not simply rhymed.  Limited resource not well defined most of my acting is pantomimed. Regale us with linguistic intent in-depth content that makes our hearts lament. Two sticks rubbing is not a fire nor my wisdom something to inspire. You know of Chaucer, Shakespeare and Jonathon Light Tremain it’s confounding that you cannot recreate their spark again. Perhaps your passion is worthy of this ilk but burlap sacks shall never be smooth as silk. They may still carry the gaggle of your geese but as to magic this thinking inevitably shall miserably cease. A recompense of Dogma’s Log with portage hithe and a harry dog.

To death’s door we run but never cross foundation’s passed or transom’s loss. Forsooth the rage of sleep unawaken eternity’s bed to which we’re taken. As men believe do they relieve the necessity and piety with which beloved grieve. For perish not shall we say loudly and walk aloft not quite so proudly. For Death destroyed and so the cage pins removed on curtained stage. From soul to saint from man to mystery flourishing Brothers among the Sistery. To Sovereign’s phrase my pencil’s taught to leave what we bought not what we brought. And Soul become a wrinkled time to be lost in consonants of sleepless rhyme having been forgotten by both space and time, but to God’s eye’s and ear’s be caught in heaven’s poem of which we’re wrought.

Sing of praise of fearless life with burden’s few and absent strife. To dawns so perfect that skies not yet made shall see them dance with entries paid. All clad in moss of rocks sourly tossed but land shiny side to skies aloft. As dream depicts you in the mind the colors of a wealthy mind. All raised in green and lean as whit to hollow out and laugh a bit. To stream in flurry of snow’s white crown with blues so deep they turn to brown. An auburn night a starless knit do cherish tears we wept unfit. To place of honor without the stance of bolstered pride in arrogance. A gift to many love and life to Heaven’s Groom we’re made to wife. To infinity’s blossom to what unfold never wearied and lesser old. I offer words as only proxy my clever stab at sheepish foxery. To sleep in rest without death’s grip in to eternity each does slip. To ride with God across the sky to have forgotten when or even why. Believing men shall never die.

Did you hear the cry of the blossoms and the fall of the rain as it bounced out its rhythmic call for God’s return? Does the sound of the Earth as it yearns for its saviour awaken that time is at hand? Have you prayed for the innocent and they lay so disturbed in distress while the wicked crave their last or inhibit their first breath? What more must the wind whisper among you before you see storms coming near? How may we arouse you to the voice of creation prepared for the way of the Lord? You see, inside of me are spiritual alarms wailing and wondering when all with awake to the truth? How much pain, how much blatant desire for the fulfillment of salacious intent must we witness before establishing clearly that man has lost all moral regard having been replaced by carnal quests.

What marks the Path to Life but the call of Spirit upon a once wicked heart? We are led to be transformed not by brightness, cleanliness and purity but through a vision of our wicked root and the dark poisoned ground that promises infection. Only when we have seen the palsy and petulant passions of man gone his own route may we then seek the skinny path to redemption. The Law delivers not but a reflection of our sins against God’s Righteous command. We are left in a conundrum and maze from which there is only one exit and that requires a knowledge of the depth to which our depravity has fallen. Without seeing the black we shall not wonder, cry out for and seek the light with a craving that demands and answer from the Creator. So go along in your pretty little song until the pain of your desperate circumstance delivers you thinking to the desperation natural to such plight.

To God He said, run from the Wrath to Come. But it is He who sponsors wrath shall I not run from Him and escape it? That is the mystery and the beginning of wisdom found in God. He has set a time limit on our disobedience when the dam of his patience shall be over run by the fury of His displeasure and demand for compliance with the rules of His Creation. Praise be to this Loving and Furious God He knew before the beginning of time that He would need to provide a Bridge to Freedom from this self-created dilemma into an eternity by His Side, So He prophesied about becoming Flesh, then bore himself as a Son into humanity to provide the one lamb, pure enough to pay the sin debt of all Men. He became a Man, putting away His Glory and Power subjecting Himself to the pressures that all men find common and in so doing paved the Pathway to Life through His voluntary death upon the Cross. A death that was undeserved yet given freely that it would cancel and pay the price of the deaths of all men who would believe upon this marvelous sacrifice, no god of mortals would ever venture. This is the complex Love of God, so multi-dimensional and difficult to fathom that we find it immeasurable through common words and understanding. Science can onlyu explain the rational, the natural the explainable, Spirituality gives us a taste of what makes God Himself, but only through the indwelling Spirit of God given us in Christ’s ascension can we fully begin to surmise the Splendor that is God’s Righteousness. It is a language reserved for those who have born the difficulties of crucible in a quest of sanctification to once and finally find God in glorification of the Spirit and Body Man.

To find Him we need feel that glorious pain provided by this temporary existence pressuring us to the extent we cry out for delivery and redemption to a God we know in our Spirit has always been there. We find that mustard seed of faith to believe upon the Work of Jesus on that Cross in defeating this powerful prince of the air here in this realm. We accept Him as the Bridge the defining singularity, the only Path to Righteousness and curtailment of our Working, foolish war with Almighty. We are bought back from slavery. Our price is paid and we find a new hope, new life, transformation and succor for the extent of ETERNITY. This is not a one time call but abundance of Life Everlasting. We shall never die. Do you comprehend we don’t die at the end of this life, certainly this body, this human body perishes as it must but akin to the larvae enter Chrysalis it becomes the seed of Glorified man. What we become is only foretold by the Words and Appearance of Christ after death and resurrection. That is the mystery the apprehended hope upon which each of us hang our joy.

You say you want the Light well show me. You say you want to find the way to erase the old woman or man, well it has always lain before you. It is a thing of volition, surrender, contrition for the blackness we have each seen sown within our mortal man. This is a personal decision not to be made with man or beast but by ourselves with the God of our Creation. You see the blackness and pain of my words and claim I have never shown the Path to Life, You must look again to the Joy everlasting captured in mere words. I give a memory and a vision of the night but I always delight in the splendor of my Redemption and immortality in God through Christ Jesus. Perhaps it is time for you to gather the eyes to see Eternity? Will you join me and never die but be delivered into the presence of God, adopted into the Kingdom of Heaven, born again to the New Woman or Man He intended from the outset of this glorious mystery that only ends if you deny Him? Will you join me in the Love of God demonstrated by Salvation a salvation from which you will arise renewed, the old forgotten and eventuality healed by our acceptance of His Promise that we were Healed, Made Whole, redeemed, born again, finished and renewed upon that Cross of Calvary.

The Darkness is unforgiving, no succor, no relief, the consuming maw, coincidentally the same as the Lake of Fire. No life, sustenance, comfort or satisfaction for that is all that was pursued on Earth. Nothing of substance, potency or potential for eternity but the temporary cache of perfumed objects intended to slake impermanent desire. Caution thrown to wind with ample warning waved off haphazardly over limits driving head long into abandon with lights off. Damn the logic, forget the wisdom of the elders and ages gone bye, remember only the jones of beating heart and quickened breathing craving another cap full of nightmare.

Where has reason been buried? Who knows the path to recovery or replenish? Are there farms where logic is grown, determination planted, counsel and judgement ample in display and dispensation? How shall the children thrive when we offer neither the practical thinking skills nor application to ponder themselves to the center of the maze lost with no critical ability to find exit from Labyrinth’s hunger for more? Then we proudly counsel separation from the benevolent source of promise waiting for all who seek, sound and wisdom. What manner of illness causes men to lose all conscience, counsel and craft yet proclaim science their god with no equations to prove it so?

The Light shines, forgiving, warming but relentless the eyes that crave the darkness of crypt of castle. It burns the skin of those with no life or shut in from creation seeking morbid hobby in spell and sacrament. To all that is green it is the purifying measure of life to transform food to energy and disease to inertness. It is life to the living and death to the dying. It is the guide to formation of thoughts to ponder complicated puzzle and life born difficulty. It is the quiet voice beyond the snares of wicked hunter. It is home to those living abundantly, seeking harvest and the guide by which good works are conducted. The Light is the beginning and what lies beyond the end. It is God and I want Him. Lord Let there be light for me, separated from darkness to grow and flourish in the warmth of your brilliant and rewarding promise of love.

Convergence of stimuli, thoughts competing, jostling for primary position in neuro conductivity. The conductor mitochondria forging its way across cell topography in deliver and receipt. All designed for orderly process of matter and data intra and extra organ, tissue or receptor. To the thinker, behind the green curtain works that cause a pause of momentary scramble for words, energy and breath.

Deprived sensors beg for input of a greater flavor or potential. Dumbed down by lackadaisical pursuit or overstimulation they struggle to get up in lethargy or fear of experiential electrification. Hide, we must conceal ourselves, shut down systems, clog pathways, throw the furniture of fear and doubt at the process in order to avoid incoming. What is the sound, trumpets, clamor, the trembling’s of heaven’s bells and the lyrical potency of Angels with a rushing as the crashing waves upon Olympus?

Awakened, enlarged, engrossed in the signal of a lifetime, only to find ourselves keening, teaming, lurching, stretching for determination at its passing. What escaped, what have we missed, nothing else matters now that the program key has been initiated, but we missed its transmission. Oh, my wicked disobedient heart to think, for a moment, if there were a moment to which all should be inclined, attuned, registered, now that pica seconds passes, excluding, impaling, defining my eternity in its passing.

Nothing else Matters, but awaiting the Voice of Almighty God.

We await all things being put under subjection to you. This world struggles, caught in the grasping aspirations of those who have lost power yet maintain its sweet, sickening lust until the moment you Return. Our nation appears beyond the call of human reason but never past the point of your Grace. May the Blind be given sight, the sick be healed and the lame walk this moment in the Power of That Holy Spirit that resides in My Heart.

This is not what you intended. This entire history of creation has been a travesty of departure from Holiness to a pursuit of the wanton. An embarrassment to the Name to which we refer our Creation. It is nearly unconscionable that you have allowed this departure to travel such great distance through time without reprimand. There are no words for grateful that explicitly demonstrate what I am feeling regarding your Loving Kindness toward me and this humanity you’ve given for my loving.

A hopeful heart looks beyond the corruption of the moment to something born of the mind’s knowledge in Truth. To that day I aspire, looking upon Your Return and reign as a blessing quite essential to the transformation of these people. Our Becoming will be born on our kinship to the Everlasting Spirit you’ve provided not by our own hand of science or clever contemplation. Around the curve we go and as this trolley picks up speed I begin to wonder how fast it can we go? To that evolution through re-creation an escort through the realms of tangible to that which is born in thought and dream I commit myself eagerly. Make me tomorrow, Lord.

Into the depth of your intention we offer our lives in service of your splendor. There is nothing for me here but the work set aside before time began. As child I follow your footprints my tiny feet barely leaving mark into the impression you have left in your passing before me. I giggle and wait for the sun to rise further that I might behold the expanse beyond the curves of sunrise. Into the magic wake I ride, propelled in righteousness and Truth knowing that there will be a day that never ends, where my friends, Brothers and Elders will find a seat at the table of abundance, together,

I took a handful of universe and smeared it across the pasty white skyline. Dropped in my scientific analysis of all God’s components, with a smattering of subjective understanding and served it freshened for the minds of babes to swallow. Then I shouted pejorative pretext of systemic genre and typified ideology, proclaiming water dangerous to drink and air promised poison to the lung of man. Finally bidding them pay a seasons earnings to watch giants and painted princesses whirl and twirl in fancy dances for the queen of the heavens.

Carbon, my well suited, soot-footed, dirty commando to tax the poor and give the rich more than they ever bothered wanting. Blasting off they sent wanderers to the stars that they might covet terra absent the unsuitable. Reaching below the surface to the seldom seen, raising mountains of Atlantis to worship all that creation made of God’s perfection. In dreams of death, they talked to masters beyond their veil, from whom they fail to ask evidence dealing hand over fist across the fence of time and dimension. Singing songs of stars aligned we gossiped of Utopia’s fall replaced by a regenerative tomorrow.

Plugged in the children and turned them to low power mode that they would ingest argent programming. Blossomed in their semi-autonomous, youthful exuberance they have challenged realities yet to be imagined with words reserved for the mighty men among us. No more problems as the sweet, opulent cinema lulled them to nirvana, snuffed out in our own scientific dysphoria, lights extinguished, candles kept and no more pursuit of purpose or ponderance of their Making. Fashioned for new passions, fighting battles of the mind in coveted daydreams carefully tended by watchers who hold midnight’s pleasure. By quiet hands the meaning of humanity is syphoned from memory, might and mystery, leaving soothing field’s of vanilla and perfumed perception.

Had to look to the future to remember what had passed. Nothing last’s forever except regrets that no one forgets the doorway to tomorrow. Something stirred in this nightmare of exclusion, this intrusion of the mechanical upon the flesh of creation’s bloody clamor for continuance. It is the peace and love absent in concrete prisons constructed by masters with no bother for care, worry or song. Science believing itself its own answers forgot God’s communication in dream and nightmare. Leveraging the assets of Creator He called His own Home to everlasting. Relieved of penitence and penitentiary they flew beyond the capture of man’s intolerant grasp to Freedom beyond the Veil.

Beyond me is a wonderful place to be. The only concern, not wanting to come back to being just me. So many cavernous maws, so many appetites, agendas and slippery slopes upon which it appears I have resided my entire short life. Rainbows in short supply in the dark dungeons of moss covered miscreants but the promise burns bright at the center of a heart so full it eclipses astronomical units of space. The enemy loves my clumsiness and I cannot even hold a pencil without breaking the tip, dropping it three or four times and missing the exam deadline. Dislodged from the corporeal inadequacies that have been tethering my progress, now to learn from God how to wield the fires of righteousness.

Never been loved and that mourns my weary little man. He blusters and boasts of conquering the moons of Jupiter yet has never been good enough for most and considered very little by those who should have defined matter and time. But those are things of belts and rings and never put food in a belly or cans upon a shelf. Beyond this, past the moorings of ships gone to wander, out where the treasures of wisdom and dawn avail, resides the Love of God for each of us. A ridiculous wonder, a splendor beyond worldly function or rhyme a mountain amassed for one purpose to demonstrate His adoration for this simple man. With plans so deep I hesitate to review them for I am overwhelmed by the connections upon relations upon convergence upon network all in grand concert with Time. For now a child’s gaze I look upon the wondrous as if seeing light at first, pausing to ask that faithful question, Why?

Running without faint walking in endless pursuit of wisdom and good, Earthly dirt. My shirt off color and blotches of white where bleach has “damaged” my ability to blend into humanity. Hiding in God’s Secret Place quite often laying wait for the enemy troops to pass. My heart and Spirit gain traction in the heavenlies as I propel to let off the brakes and rocket to the stars. The wheels of heaven are turning, the gates opening to loose the Host within, set to take War to the Fallen and Poison of the Living. Angels stand for millennia it seems looking upon the skies with execution in their eyes. They have waited to Honor the Almighty and take back what has been stolen by those who left their ranks. But to speak of such things I must reach beyond my stature and ask forgiveness in lacking understanding, words or depth. I am simply made to watch in dynamic Hope and yearning. For the moment I see the King. Even now I look for my place at the foot of His Throne a spot from whence my Eyes shall find rest in the knowledge that I cannot look upon Him and remain whole.

Jesus Made this worth it. As for my life it was never much to look upon. A series of slip ups, failures and self pursuit, amounting to naught but a history of self explanation or validation with a ticket to punch or a place to park. There is nothing good about me but Him and You. You are the Lord’s delight, as am I. I see the joy in His face in my minds contemplation each time He thinks or sees you and that makes it all worth while. Treasures royal of my heart and mind ye be. Yes, I will think on you and be filled. Thank you my Gracious Lord for something beyond just being me.

Watch over me, protect me from even those dangers or potential clumsy acts that endanger my walk. When in doubt remember what security is all about. In days of trial, duress, false happiness and extended hope, we are forced to define and repeatedly analyze our concept of safety on this Planet, in this nation, in my state, city, country and my current seat. What brings safety to all men that does not require this continual reflection or sponsor the whispering doubt to fray at the hem of tapestry? What makes you feel safe, A shepherd a guardian a gun? Do these allow for quiet slumber for contemplation free from the challenges of fear and self-loathing, do they give you rest in the middle of a torrid experience?

I am alone, no matter what I may prop myself up into believing, when a foreign enemy or criminal with horrific intent looks directly at me to cause harm, it is unavoidable. What then offers a sense of protection in this caustic world, prone to self indulgent rage and consumption? Are there places that have a rating that make them acceptable to those who would sleep soundly or raise their children without the customary constant concern for their safety and well being? What school provides protection for the innocent or old folks home has given people serenity regarding the health of senior family? Even now we see that Police themselves are in need of our protection from the influences that would personally harm them or take their funding leaving them incapable of standing between the innocent and the approaching hoard. What then offers relief, can you describe the path to your solemnity and serenity, perhaps mystic meditation upon the inevitability of welcome in to the universe for all things good and unholy?

My objective is love and understanding, offering a different path than the world which would leave you breathless. Perhaps a moment of awe at the miraculous would bring you closer to center, allowing your humanity to prosper? I do not counsel all people to conform to a truth that fits all sizes and offers peace to all who wish to inject their path into the harmony to which I refer. The only path to absolute comfort and a peace that confounds the fear, tyranny and troubles of this world is through having a shepherd outside of time, with the capacity to arm you, protect and direct you away from each trouble, knowing them before they occur. Jesus Christ is not some tyrannical commander who demands your loyalty in exchange for a strong arm group of thugs for protection.

Jesus is the Son of God, the Word in the Trinity, who was there before the beginning and will shine way beyond the end if we can comprehend what they even portends. He knows all things because there is nothing that has been or will be created that was not made expressly for Him, Through Him and By Him. He is the only path to a absolute, subjective and objective security in this world and the next. He is the only being in this Universe who created you and knew you before you were a thing inside your Mother’s Womb or a gleam in Your Father’s eye. He sees your future, knows your past and will surround you with an impermeable troop of protection that can see dangers before they come and stop them from following your escape. There is no other to offer prayer in the throne room of heaven but through the Good Shepherd, No other path to a quiet calm and peace upon Earth and an understanding of safety that surpasses the world’s comprehension and explanation.

If you want to sleep soundly, live without fear and know that you are protected from all things even the payment of death and separation from God for eternity the only place to find that wonderous gift is in relationship with the Good Shepherd, Jesus Christ watching over the flock even from those things that are “undetectable”, all will brought into the glorious light of God. Find Peace, Find hope, lose the grip of doubt and fear in this life and be assured of participation in the Next. Find Jesus Christ tonight. Let me know if I may help at all in your venture. In the Powerful Name of Jesus, Be at Peace.

We have been awoken to the missing components of relationship with a Holy God in the life of America and the World. We have remembered an identity that had been obfuscated or camouflaged by the angry shouting of those who hate all things righteous. We had accepted a bill for goods we never should have considered purchasing and now morally wish to return. We have again captured the attention of our Children, realizing uncomfortably their importance in the healthy future of our Sovereign Liberty, determining our own power and authority paramount to training them in the way that they should eventually determine.

What now upon reflection do we consider the righteous pathway to tomorrow? How shall we consciously and realistically deal with so many who have bought into the brainwashing shower of hate speech that once consumed all of America? Where do we send them if they will never agree with a destiny consistent with God’s Will for this nation? How do we comfortably deal with the outcomes in a fashion that threatens to label all involved hypocrite and taint the solution with the same flavor or absurdity presented by the Wicked? Into which mirror shall we view to find the image appropriate for a Nation that finds identity in Christ Jesus? To which Biblical tenets do we refer our children when considering the stance we must certainly take in Defense of this nation? What is the job of a Sovereign Steward of all that God has provided?

Do we have special revelation as none of this is clearly indicated in Bible prophecy regarding America? Can we be assured of U.S. involvement eschatologically when there are no scenarios that reference our inclusion? How do we reconcile the apparent respite for revival that may leave America spiritually transformed yet still assimilate her into the Coming New World Political, religious and military movement consistent with Prophecy? What explanation lends credibility to the evidence that this false leader of the Catholic Church seems hungry to begin both Church Apostacy and NWO? Where else may we be headed if all evidence points toward the Bible’s perfect description of the road before U.S.?

In Reflection, none sit upon Humanity’s fence of indecision in this era. All men must make choices to survive present and impending future circumstance. In our review do we find several choices that present themselves as obvious? Well, the answer can be nothing but affirmative. We either side with God and plan to escape the wrath to come upon disobedience and wickedness or remain in position aligned with worldly influence to hope upon science and men’s passion that we find a way forward through global consensus. Reviewing man’s history there is strong empirical evidence that man has never had such collusion or intention, that men in fact have always chosen the route of “Might Makes Right”. Meditating on that consistent adherence to ethos and moray which demonstrates that self importance and power will always direct the outcome, we must consider that any epiphany or awakening must then come from different source. If we do not look to man for our solutions, then we are left to look elsewhere. Logic, reason and history’s reflection demand a review and decision for Christ as the only answer outside our certain human destruction.