Darkness emanates from the heart absent truth. Fealty fowled wells of putrid sewage the dreams of darkened Coeur spew residue and carnage on Atmos Wind infecting the masses with fear, hate and murder. Few escape, most give in to saturation turning the vile red eyed rage toward humanity pestilent view and distorted hue their abomination evidence. What withers the mind of mortal men distortions from the deep shall not lodge them in excellence.

Litmus test for being shined on with perpetual night is the absence of real love. For the satin black may not fake that which loves without payment. Agape is the absence of fear, the only endemic response in the language of the absolute a proof in itself of objectivity. For all love given in subjectivity comes with an associative price. God does not offer love in Commerce but at the natural affinity of Father to Child, Wife to Husband, Son to Mom.

This jubilee is evidence of our transformation at doorway calling. Choose that which sings of light before the revelry of simple existence or biding time in ignorance but the capture of those efforts, trials or some time drastic changes that bring infinity’s focus to bear for the man residing on this side of the pathway to eternal understanding. What are we but those seeking a better life. The difference lay in the definition of the necessary components which indicate that Life’s Arrival. Are they assets of the world’s treasure the lore of fame, fortune and depth of pocket? Or are they yet unspoken riches beyond the category of the simplistic, the temporary, those things which may never be taken, stolen or lent for they exist within the agape love that constituted the Gift of this Life at origin?

Suffer the Dark until the light within becomes so bright the dark runs from each of us as it remembers its defeat in His Coming. We are not slaves to the passionate, hunger of night’s offspring. Let them revel in their lies and short term satisfaction for their problem is the definition of eternity. They struggle with forever for in its passing they will see the meaning of literal Hell and the confines of having decided poorly in perpetuity. Many will shake fists at the light for locking darkness in upon them though it is all they ever requested, wanted or sought. These days of walking in the Light and remembering that warm upon cheek and heart are the lure of eternal pursuit. That warmth, that kindness, comfort and song of daytime is the Hope of our eternal landing upon the bridge of time looking forward to tomorrow as yesterday has been forever left behind.