Separated not simply by ideals but by the amount of light within each heart. Belief suspended by Hope, an apprehensive measure indicating an understanding of the complexities of time. We are not formed to reside in folly undaunted by our continuous participation with movements and passions that pull us about by proboscis. Our stand was designed to be firm, resolved, determined, reflective of the immovable tectonics that gave life to frame. How freeing and frustrating to watch families pulled apart not by external pressures but the insurgent agents of mind warping philosophies of dominion.

Too old to be sold to highest bidder and its unlikely none but Christ would offer I stand among the remnant willing to adjust footing based upon Faithful choices made rather than follow the certain payout of fixed slot machines and bloodline aristocracy. Shall I be driven by the Temporary losses I must suffer which are not assured in order to reach a destination without option on the present set of elevators. The choice of being given keys to cities here accessible by all to fall into societal morays that don’t match this heart or wait for the new paths which material only at the moment of my passing from this realm to the next. This is the time of separation, we all see it yet most still hold on to the hope that somehow we will get a time reprieve. Why would we want to continue in this world when the rules cater to the unwilling, the disobedient and the wicked. I am certain it makes sense in some dimension but right now it sure appears ignorant.

With teaming regard for the Master of all Universes we look to Almighty for comfort of heart, head and spirit as we diligently navigate the skinny path watching our footing and maintaining sight discipline. The shiny objects, The feathered filigree, the honey covered poison of the worlds’ inclusion all linger in the background of our passing. They hold no promise but destruction. Resistance, Laziness, complicity these are the enemies of the enlightened man awakened to God’s Presence, form, reason and purpose for each ant, each tree, each fence, stone or gate. Only in the acceptance of intention do we begin to accept the majesty of our Maker. Determining that it is all coincidence weds us to the sideshow of temporality and longing for something of greater value, either that or relegation to the vapid understanding of master smythery and watchmaking as simple dabblers of tool and time. It is the simplest equation to see that the complexities all involve the outcomes not the circumstances.