To your acrimony and rage I offer love. Yes, by choice, I refuse to accept your disquieting furor and find a place unreachable by your antique weaponry. For this is not longer the day and recycled man but the era of the saint, evolved by the hand of God upon his heart. Born again to wine skin, a new flesh, resilient to house the fruit of vines yet planted. It is time to investigate this new reality that your eyes and consciousness refuse to pronounce manifest in the world of man’s violent history. For we no longer find the reasons of man sufficient to support the willingness to hate that which God has told each Love.

Gone are the winds of unbridled conquer. No medal’s born or chest so broad to account for the loss of even one of God’s created, born free to pursue the skinny path of His paramount service. Life’s fulfillment may only be born in Freedom’s Breath. Men must know the wins and errors of choice, the Choice representative in God’s gift of Loving discernment and decision. The loser is the one who finds himself driven by mere unproductive lusts even when they amass huge segments of land or kingdom for they are sycophantic and return all investment to eventual refuse heap. Cherish the moments to see men in innocent kindness and truth of God’s forgiveness. He gives all men a break and He is their rightful judge, when then may be found kind in my own breast?

Days pass as we the willing are touched by things beyond reason, by sound that may not be heard yet except by hearts set free from captivity and training to sin. We are rounding the bend of recreation. For Now there are possibilities beyond probability found only in the pursuit of everlasting. Things fostered alone in the hope of another way, another world and symbiosis with Almighty and alignment with righteous intention. Disinclined to animal pursuits losing the taste for stolen goods or lands procured on the toil of those who may be found Brother. We rest in the only place where peace remains, in the mind and heart of God