Understandable, your reaction to the wind. It’s late November and the snow is coming soon. Don’t forget the charm that Autumn first delivers as we prepare for darkness of the dawn. Recall the warmth of the fire in December, as a reminder of the Love of God.

This is the time for all those trials to produce positive defense against Winter’s raging dawn. Perfected by the pressures and persecution of time and happenstance we now stand sharply, leaning into the torrent clutch of midnight sleet. Sleeping soundly we lay down the burden of yesterday’s event gone.

Tomorrow is our resting place a day beyond the curve or down the worm hole’s racing posture. Ejected into scene upon situation upon circumstance we remember the tools provided, for sight, right and might. We grasp at reconciliation with the whispering voice of God as we left for this mission in the madness. We dash to finish as the tape and crowd erupt with pleasure at our passing.

Kneeling at those burnished feet fearing the moment raised to confront eyes of fire. The wire broken, the fire extinguished the process complete or so we imagined. Finding ourselves privy to details beyond veils we set our sails for the universal horizon. To a world misunderstood and good beyond measure at the pleasure of the Lord Almighty. His Will been done.