When they love you, they love you. When there are hoops, requirements, manipulations and goals to receive love as reward, cookie or treat then someone involved in the relationship has a love misunderstanding. Love is offered never withheld as requirement for change. Love is given freely for the blessing that each human represents not as a measure of some list of characteristics that are gradient for its receipt. Just as entry to heaven is gift that none must earn it so too is love that none must fulfill performance measures to achieve the qualification of love worthiness. It is shame to withhold love as a manipulative tool especially when it is done to children who cannot comprehend the implications or intricacies of living up to a parents or siblings love. It is either freely given or it never was love, twisted by the wounds and misgivings of its handler.

It is the most powerful Subject in the history and future of mankind. For there is no deed ever done in heroic or outstanding character that was sponsored by any other force than Love. It is the thing a child seeks first and the last word any shall speak when leaving this Earth. It is the one word spoken on a broken phone connection thousands of miles away that heals wounds, completes songs and great poems and makes us go out of our way to please our pets. It is the one treasure that once given and taken cannot be taken by anyone or anything even revisionist history, for one knows when love has occurred. We may doubt love but will wait a lifetime in that doubt to hear those simple words. Love is so complex that the Greeks who had one of the most precise languages still could only break it down to four different types of Love. It is the thing that makes boys men, girls say yes and parents sell everything they own or give every waking hour to see their child’s joy at receiving it. It acknowledges all things, enforces all things and is the power to ever quest ever worth studying.

That is why it is essential to understand the Love of God for His Creation. It surpasses the challenges, fears and temporary complications of the world into which He sends us. It allows Him to overlook our inadequacies and forgive our sins which He abhors. Because it is in belief of that Great Love that we find the Entry Pass to Heaven, for grasping its enormity we understand that Heaven is a Gift of God’s Love. And that He gave the most loveable thing in this or any World a Perfect Son’s Life in order to make that option of Everlasting Life with Him available to each and every one of us. Additionally once love in this pure fashion we are then incapable of using that love as a tool for manipulation or refusing its gift to all men. We have been given a power greater than any passion or wartime pursuit, the power of Love is the Power of God’s Holy Light. It shines upon us, Into us and through us even in our most foolish and failed moments to make us a power for Good in this world for God’s Good Pleasure and Will. Being Loved is the greatest characteristic of my existence. Giving that Love to other’s without exception or requirement immediately equates me with the Sovereign God who loves us all so dearly that He gave the greatest gift of Love He could ever offer to see that we are Set Free.

In Jesus Name I roam this Earth Looking to Give, Empower, Grow and prepare all those whom He Loves. For I truly Love You.

The path that God would have me walk is not fickle. It winds and bends with the contours of a changing life, but never once is prone to slippery footing. My boots find purchase and payment in the stretches to be remembered as passing victories, lands gathered and friends richly met at each juncture, path and season. We were meant to follow Him. Whereto we may not see for the time is not upon us. For the walk with God is the pleasure and the reason of our making and in its hopeful pursuit the purpose becomes discovery.

We having departed from His blessing must make way back to the foundation of our rest. Writing His Word upon our wanderings that only path to certainty in the desert of no marking. A Father leads His Children into good things but in a life with passion of present and past pain is inherent and must be treasured, fostered and bourn as equipping for time’s coming. To listen, watch and obey even when the orders lead to trials beyond my authority or capacity. For in that faith upon His Power, eschewing the uncertainty of my own I find the source of completing the Impossible tasks for which I was transformed.

It is a gracious thing to stand apart from a world that’s corrupted. Not only abstaining from its moral judgment but also letting go of its pursuits, ends and heroes. For there are none who have a true heart for God and we know though we won’t admit, that as men and women we all fall short of God’s Glory. That is why salvation is solely of God through Christ, because we could not do it nor would we if we could. We would put it off for the last possible moment hoping that we could get one more temporary injection of our chosen sin before turning over the new leaf. In effect we will make the wrong choice if left to our own design and pleasure. We must be provoked by trial, pain or loss to cry out for God’s Mercy and ought be truly thankful for the chastisement He provides.

I am no self appointed leader of Christ’s Body. He alone is the Head of the Church, but that does not preclude me from observing His commands and expectations for the Body of Christ where my own salvation and those sheep that have been given under my care for His Good Purpose and Pleasure. In that I can see that we have for thousands of years now allowed the enemy free access to our places of Worship. To the point where we have become businesses with very little to distinguish Believers from the Corporate World without Christ. This is anathema to what God intended but his Brother Jude told us clearly this would be our state in these last days and what should be done to set ourselves apart from it.

First we are to GO, which we seldom do without some expectation of vacation or reward. The Body is about Service, Christ was very clear about the greatest among us is the greatest servant of all. It is illogical therefore to adopt a process of building expensive domiciles or places of worship when the work is on the road or frequently in the enemy camp where those who have yet to contemplate the Gospel are found. Again there is no judgment in reviewing Christ’s example. He went to them where they lived in their towns and possible places of wickedness, preached, healed, baptized and then came to the home of welcome believers to fellowship when the work was done. Even departing from believers to go to garden or mountain to dwell in God’s Holy Presence and Prayer, nightly. We cannot ignore Christ’s example and expect that we are in fact upon the right Path for the Church.

How can we have faith in God’s Provision when we are consistently going about raising money for the Church fully dependent upon the tithe to cover the mortgage of some distant or unbelieving banker. And what of the Government’s Control for being a non tax status entity. There are no gifts from Government, it has no heart for the downtrodden or for Christ. If they bestow a non tax status it is in exchange for leverage within the Church, for controls or what is Preached, Sung and done for God or how it is pursued. We have become so much like the world in our organization and practice that we cannot hope to produce anything of Heavenly comport. Nowadays so many churches are involved in internet porn, adultery, Corruption and even trafficking of Children that we know God would never include among the things of Righteousness He intends.

Without the indwelling Seal of the Holy Spirit we have nothing but an empty promise and prayer for salvation. Evidence of the Presence of The Spirit is what Christ counseled the Apostles to wait for in Jerusalem. Without Spirit we are neither sealed, adopted nor are we empowered to become called the Son’s of God filled with His authority as solid witness for Christ. Why then are our churches walking as businesses without the Spirit of Christ’s leading. Without that seal we cannot be heard and expect answer to our Prayers for many of them may not be expressed to God without the Spirit turning our groans into intelligible requests translated to the Father for Consideration and answer.

The follies and foolish pride of denominations must end. Certainly belief based upon Jesus must be established but the enemy has won a huge section of ground in Church by getting us to separate our Body into sects, typically along grounds prideful argument or racial/nationalistic boundary. We are ONE Body, ONE God and ONE indwelling Spirit born to be unified and given shared Glory by God to be so. Do not be mistaken this is not the same venture as the Ecumenical Church sponsored by Rome that is looking to combine all Faiths even Pagan into a one world religion against God’s Will. This is all believers putting aside their arguments and professing Christ Jesus as the Head of the Church, not cardinal, bishop, Priest or Pope.

If we got out in the streets, neighborhoods and towns with the Spirit guiding, empowering and filling us with His Power then we would be what God intended a Power with which no Dominion, Principality or worldly organization or government may contend. A Force for Good, caring, loving, sharing and truly spreading God’s Love in our works not just our empty Word. Feed the Hungry, Shoe the shoeless, give hope to the desperate and shine the Light of Christ to this desperate world. Church is not a place I go it is in me, where I go the Church goes. If the seek and forgotten are always to be found on the road then how may I sit in a building with a bunch of clean folks expecting the dirty to show up and worship a God they don’t know with people who didn’t care enough to come find them?

Infrequent turpitude. Sanctioned disbelief standing upon the myths of moment and maligned reason. The hands of someone trusted forgotten by the unfortunate decision to pursue lesser avenue. Stuck on wrong side of town and track courtesy of impertinent sanction. Lost to the seeds of weathers sounding the depths of moral incapacity. Back azimuth leads to naught when time and testimony dependent. We have the shoes that we have chosen to put on.

A title free of passion’s incumbrance, I wallow in the pity of decisions poorly planned. Orange skies and blue nightmares droning out the corporate byline of self importance. Along for the ride with no where to hide and none to blame for my recompense. These are the arms having lifted heavily that sought the shallow rewards when deep, honorable feelings were offered. In the depth of an evening never meant the reflections are filled and counted lost.

Scour the universe for adventure, never reaching proper permutation or station freed from doubtful regret. Was invited, never responded, showed anyway to be turned away for policy violations. Well thought speeches must still be delivered in rhythm, rhyme and passion to be repeated by our Grandkids. Katydids and filigree once special moments too private for sharing erased on the pathways to starlight. To these legions we have sworn fealty and eat the fruits of labors given. All for the denial of warmth, comfort and indecision.

Time Proper arrives sometimes unwanted when expectations unmeasured fail to accept the doctors control sequence. What and where are properties recovered turned down by the unwanton, welcomed territory to those with buried pearl. Alongside at starboard a retrievals note found foils and covers and converts in inland. More to pillage gainful uproar languish the boredom of unthankful slaves to treasure and terror. Readied for the wrong dance, standing in the room only given with ample security of our own creation, yet this time we face the dawn of rivers less traveled

Allegiances and passions lethal makeshift fashions designed for escape and to provide some cloak of trade. The tirade never happened the battered and the captained found solace in the slumber of the golden palisade. Traded all my wisdom for a bucket full of patterns looking for the passageway to Saturn’s yearning moon. The firestorm still rages between the welding sages amazing duplicity constructed on the boon. All left to freak occurrences heeding the assurances that tied us to morning when dawn had come too soon.

The Bible and a Preacher who considered himself teacher fought to reach the heavenlies before the Chariots would play. All he said was predetermined, authentic as a sermon given on a Saturday before the Sun had gone its way. Redaction sans his rhetoric Theory and post etiquette for all that shown were his bright eyes and the Fires of God within. They listened and some were shaken some questioned and were mistaken for all had one thing in common the price paid for their sin. Now Christ is not operating on leisure there are none who may take measure for perfection belongs to one of us and His Name is Sovereign God.

Wayward sleep and rest for comes soon another test as humanity must rise above the place it once had been. His reflection in the crucible unchanging and inducible proof of dross removal and purity set in. My loss is counted sifting the Lord does all the heavy lifting, my job is simply stand in faith and watch the Master’s craft. If they could see my state now soon to meet the heaven’s you seldom would have laughed. This journey just beginning challenged by color, morality, whisper and song. We find forgiveness in the doing. Recovering from wounds found in inaction we take to roads which ought not be ventured. Recalling the warnings lightly given as protection from the ills of counsel unheeded.

The songs seek to sweep us from sturdy footing and lure us into weakness of breast and surety of mind. In tongues forgotten sweetly, we remember the dawns of lesser days travelling peacefully through forest unencumbered, by ritual, plant of bonny babe we pass in comfort of the fear that once had us frozen. Into lions grip we’ve committed selling ourselves duly to the wheels of time we have found history unfriendly and future an angry lass. To street to will to pleasure finding the sound of boots chasing rocks and pavement a soothing salve for minds way beyond the collection of memories and hope.

We find inclusion without trepidation or remorse in the ticking sweep of Time’s broad arms. Going forward leaves an emptiness of fortifications and cities built to feed the false sense of insecurities. Leaving the caution of the damned we courageous chase the midnight calm found in each of Earth’s proud reveling. Running bye the sun we salute all our aspirations born on the morning winds and sands of revelation. Into pitch we draw lacking resentment or regret we fancy ourselves hopeful. Into dreams draft we point our apprehensive call to understanding and embrace of what we know is certain.

Leeward yaw and Southern Paw puts right forward when march is called. Armbruster’s hook and Captain Cook, shook the tree so hard the mastiff stalled. The Queens in jubilation, never mind her exploitation of merriment and song gone for six days strong. After twenty one pop their cork time to dirty up the fork asking all the children if perhaps our bash may be right or wrong.

He loved those quizzical poems of deep leather tome’s with binding so sound and gilds all around, those tend to make the parlor quite musty. We found reason and wanted wisdom akin it. Nonplussed we fussed, infrequently we cussed to the teller and the feller who make’s whiskey out of wine. There is no convocation that will exemplify the nation to last throughout edification. we longed for the scents of yesteryear to relieve the fear of unfamiliar the gross and quite peculiar steering away from the queer to reflections quite clear we put the extemporaneous out of fashion.

Lord’s and brigands calm as storm turns to silence and dawn fills tomorrow with today. In Freedom’s hall we looked upon portraits to men who were once sodden pirate given respectability in pardon of wartime passions. Where free men found prison and captors set to walk free. A brand or a medal adorned the history’s and heart’s of would be heroes. No remorse or cause for eclipse in thinking. Hidden by the absolute certainty of ideals, gospel and self governed stories told over and over to cover the voices telling us otherwise.

In tortured tandem parallel versions are erected. Dynamic pageantry and drama find home in cauldrons of pots misused for magics. No more that pleasant breeze clearing filth and margin call but the wet plummeting barometers prediction of sails and slumbers rest at the bottom of begotten bay. What tales afresh the wicked tell to moor themselves to likeness. Investing that heaven’s will be slammed open the day we’ve come to call saint Peter. Even when ashes fine and sackcloth do not to purge our illness then Tarshish shall see before the Easter moon. To find salvations hope or dine with the covetous sailors beyond the flashing waves.

Broken dreams aren’t losses, wins we’ve yet see. Alias is what we have when we don’t like being me. Falling on our faces, face-planting in the sand, isn’t the way we hoped it would be and less then what we’d planned. Certain to remember, and often regret the skin we lost in a wager believing that we’d win the bet. Trying and finding failure is a treasure that few afford, when a man find’s all his measure on skate, shoe or board.

Out there where it matters, we’d suffer to forget the brilliant scars and tatters left by wounds we’ve yet to get. Life comes at you quickly so play the serve with regard, It’s never seems that easy but seldom is it really that hard. Run then walk then saunter with pride or haste or peace as the images that will haunt her will be the memories she can’t release. Now if the road is splintered such the paths are hard to choose the coldest days gone wintered are battles we seldom lose.

A day is set before me a night with promised doubt I meet it with abundance of bravery and Courageous shout. Morning’s spent in thinking about the losses we loved most. Of firing’s from bad bosses and things of which we’d never boast. Extremely and severely challenged by it all I’d never have lost that slipper having never made it to the ball. Start too soon for the ending, done before begun the friend’s we’d be offending were never that much fun.

Quiet of the evening remember all that has occurred reflect to see the wonder and all the sounds we heard. Never in the daylight always in the dark the sails and mast are squeaking it’s time to board the ark. All the flowers planted in see shall come again the landing and the reaping will tell the where and when. I lost the Moment’s reason and the night is filled by doubt can ably tell the season with clarity and with clout. The moss has frozen solid the rock comes to a rest no letters, rhyme or sequence he always just knows best.

They have forced us into hiding our faith the guiding standards which make us anything other than mediocre. We accepted because it is established as boring to be holy in reflection of the Love God gave us. They are emptying our national assets, giving away our secrets and shipping overseas all the plenty that God gave us just so we too can be a poor country ravaged by the excesses of our lust and campaign in self indulgence. Slavery is their technique yet they would prefer to separate us from the living it is just that they need gadgets, widgets and supper time tea and they certainly aren’t going to wait upon themselves.

Tomorrow to them is something for which we have no purchase. They need us focused on the fears, trials, troubles and deceptions of today lost in the weary and dreary of lost love, lost assets and lost history. But we do not focus on the lake, the boat or the storm driven sky above us. The enemy is not our concern and for that they must separate us from the masses who would be encouraged by the same. I am frustrated but that too passes in the realization that God is upon His Throne and none of this either escapes Him or occurs without His allowance. All creation must answer to its Creator and we are the part of Him that escapes the it. Living in His Will is not prohibited.

What then should we do today in our example of that perfect measure of patience, goodness, kindness, gentleness, self-control and peace for these are the powers beyond jailing. These are ingredients of covenant that may not be throttled by man or dominion prince. Love may not be abated but grows exponentially when governed, persecuted or levied with tiny straw. They are not their actions though action and word are fodder for conviction in court of law. It is a gift to find forgiveness even if we must seek Spirit to lend us what we do not have in supply for the burden of grudge is more bricks in my own pack. I am not a horse of burden’s bearing but an ox to plow the fields to see heavens store house filled.

There plan is their attempts at storing wrath against them. I do not in evil throw coals and heat upon them but in deferring their hate and punishment of the innocent the same right action performed. Just as the fields are ripe for harvest the burn pile or chaff and trash is collected to burn for energy and eradication from that which may be used to feed. This entire action is logical for the wicked seek to feed from those who may bullied or plundered, stolen wealth form the health of all those God has blessed. In that stolen blessing they believe themselves enriched seeing no contention from the Hand of God upon them. But unlike our only folly in despair theirs is understood to include an age, a period where this behavior is to some extent allowed that all souls may have the chance to breathe and make choice.

I will not hate them for the side they have chosen, for it is a thing of love to allow any man to choose. But neither will I regret the passage that they’ve chosen having had more than ample time and evidence to choose that in everlasting. They have chosen the burn pile, they have chosen the alternative route offer by deception they have chosen to be wasted with the chaff and ash. For this is simply about choice and renewal. I will choose to rejoice knowing the end from the beginning. My pain today will be quenched at some future day that is guaranteed by the Promise of He who made all reason, law and rhythm. The only mistake I could make now is to focus on the malfeasance of a world that has chosen disobedience instead of praying for them with a heaven bound smile all the while understanding that their difficulties will end in humiliation, separation and fire.

What do we want America? What drives our hearts to stand or stand bye waiting, wanting, watching for the realization of our effort and energies? Do we seek peace with men who want nothing but chaos as the pregnant arena from which they derive and grasp all power? Do we want family and lives left to pursue the moments of happiness that our Declaration declared our right? What is life found in liberty are they severed and separate ideals or does one act fully dependent upon the other? For without Life there is no liberty except from the joy in experiencing its virtues and criminals. And without Liberty, life is sorely chosen, ardor from which most seek respite or crow cold in their desires for revenge, relief and remorse. That beings to assign understanding to Patrick Henry’s dire vow that without Liberty he wanted no life.

We came seeking a nation where men may worship God and raise their families with provision, security and promise of the Freedom to pursue those endeavors to which each heart is inclined. We found frontier and further struggle against ourselves, those from whom the land was being taken and the growth of a set of boundaries designed to keep each man’s pursuits in tandem with an egalitarian whole. We attended compromise realizing that pursuits of freedom limiting our neighbor or encroaching on the same were not for the greatest good. What changed US except the desire to live together as one defending the rights of our neighbor as safe harbor for our own. In good times we found plenty and in tough times we found hands of sharing but we did it together without indulging our own lusts to impinge upon our neighbor for more than would become our shared blessings.

What bread US become self serving and begin to seek the capture and store of goods to feed the masses and hoard them in warehouses and vaults to count them in our solitude? Did we fall from God and forget the Love He gave US reserved for Him and those He had begotten? Did we find fault in the Promises that had originally secured our lives and our Liberty making US free to pursue our desirous hearts? Is this not the exact quest for which God prepared US with Word and Example? Sin has taken toll and exacts the last pence to which we are able, leaving in its wake men who would sell their children for preponderance of Wealth, for fame without honor and endless store of wicked meats to serve their wanton hearts. Again we must reflect upon those drives to which we are bound. What is it that makes America somehow a bastion to which most are found in desperation clinging?

It is not the greed nor penchant to own all we may amass that makes US unique or special. It is not the self-serving adulterous hearts that seek separation from God’s Reason and purpose and call upon Him as Djinn to honor wishes. It is not the anger which causes US to despise neighbor to whom God would have US call Brother. It is not the Nation, Government, Tribe or Ideal that we were meant to worship, but the Sovereign God who offers all Life, Liberty and Forgiveness. We fight the greatest battle of mankind repeated, the quest for IDENTITY. Ours was once found in Christ and gave US more than we could ever expect or account. We strayed to the wish list of our hearts and now suffer from that realization in our own Corruption. The only answer is clear, but most will never drop their pride or admit the need for Cornerstone return in our Founding and Foundation. If we will humble ourselves and pray, turning from our wicked ways, calling ourselves once again HIS, then He will hear our prayers and forgive US, interceding in prayerful intervention. We must return to WHO we are not an ideal that may have for all time been shattered in our departure from God’s Reason and Purpose. We must decide and Call ourselves by His Name Once again or cease in our exception. It has always been choice that led US to poverty or prosperity. We all know the Truth may must turn from lie to once again receive its Power in God’s Promise.

Pulsing quiet of self inspection. Admitted confusion, surrounded by illusion waiting for the quiet voice to somehow make it right. Ignorance my laughing friend why pretense my remorse, having soundly beaten the gong of infallibility and purpose. What then shall evening or morning transcend in transforming the topography of heart and mind? What willing posture shall be presented ably depicting the miraculous volumes removed from the trenchant? Where is fate laying wait to typify the tragedy and reduce miracles to despair? What wisdom lay in folly and joy overcome by the lack of worry, purchased and an undying will to be heard and understood? Why is breath so easy to grasp never leaving my hopeful heart in moments of panic’s passing?

What has become of the loving hope we shared between us? Some disquiet spooked or sponsored in the approaching dark. Some lecherous speaker counting whispers in secure places hoping the dissolve bonds, dislodge certainly and abandon the hope held in tandem? What ill may poison the holy moments of growth and august rising or waken the slumber of those held in perfect peace? The dream is the understanding a wall of shadows and happy faces laughing mercilessly against the promises of arduous pitch. We are not sullied and sour in the cave of allegory, but alive to face the cold or warmth as fitting our vows and proposals. Come morning we will see the aperture widen and perspective’s freedom allowing a full length to inhalation. Come dawn we will breathe anew knowing the purest gold of our reflection.

In Furtherance of fantasy I duly romanticize of being absolutely free to do whatever it is I was meant to become and be having been given it all originally. But circumstance and bravery are no parlor mates to destiny rather lenses and characteristic modifiers through which life’s efficacy is measured. In challenge hope either arises or dissolves dependent upon it origin. What bias breeds indifference producing non polar inclination but paralysis and a gravity toward indecision and aspiration. I would have chosen something having known that nothing more mattered in a quest to avoid the hovering hive of middleness. They do not brandish thought as weapon though it ought be, having recounted the world’s demise a million and three times always coming to the same alarming awareness. That thoughts are to thinking as the smell of wine to drinking the outcomes never that pleasant and more easily regretted than forgotten.

This is the day of my reasoning. The consequence of one man’s pondering left to believe in any thought worth pursuing. The conclusive effort of my salient few moments left alone to proselytize and pontificate as to how I believe the universe is suspended. What thread binds man to a quest for self importance or validation before the masses when they are fickle, indifferent and often blithely cruel? There is hope that may not be shared with unbeliever for nothing may be depended upon for one certain reason, it will never come to the aid of ardent or passive traveler. Being alone is not grand reward but loss. For if perspective skewed what mirror then relieves me from my own prison or poisonous view? Life is interaction. With Oxygen and mass, acceleration and pain but most for the pleasure and rare moments spent with those who honor, chastise, prod and make merry. For they are gift well given.

Sanguine and sorted, deserved of a long rest away from cabinet who traverse and converse in burden, upset and aggravated assault. Bought by the good pleasure of God’s willing wisdom. Akin to house thief gone rogue finding secret avenues and purchases with the honest wages of truth and noncompliance. Travelling between the ramparts of a Holy Tower and Strong Castle Keep finding destiny in protective eyes the size of grand mugged saucers in the selectees of Sovereign Corps. My broken past and weakened longing for longevity provide precise escape from the certainty and expectation of legacy, destiny and trials ad infinitem. Freedom no longer an absence of thought but rather the subsequent shed burdens and untamed acquisition of the branded pirate I had become.

This not being about faux pas or false hope inclines my mind to pursuits beyond coventry and its garden greens on to other means and expectations beyond the eternal horizons of tomorrow. What lay in rivers without end or wandered plains with the balsam woods aside them? How limited has this imagination been defined that even those of previously declared superior mind may never consider nor find understanding in explanation? How briefly set as cattle rodeoed across the open ranges of yesteryear’s round-up did we live in such small spaces thinking ourselves privy and Frontier’s conqueror?

Ashen and august stained impure waiting for the calculus to function in redress of all that’s found upsetting. Disinclined ascent into the realm of something I cannot whisper that may only be shouted with clarity and strength of mind, heart and lung capacity. Here comes the dawn of man’s gifting yet realized. As most traipse the sodden plain in search of odd measure in scarcity. The Plenty of provision’s unending meet the unfillable stomach of man’s slaked depravity knowing that one may never provide for the other. Divergent roads appearing parallel yet off by one degree departure broadening to loss of sight off somewhere in the coming days of transformation. One will be that which it could never become the other craving and demanding change but finding it absent in man’s tool bag. Where have we shaken the folly or found stupidity’s siren call?

Perhaps when that day’s light comes we will all see with the clarity of Omniscience?