The days of measure have come. Some standing tall against fear most fleeing or begging for human resolution through false peace and unanchored hope. Fall prey to the mercies of men without conviction, seared by the caustic call of power to their waiting hunger. All remember the days when children lived their innocence without threat on tranquil hills, woods and search for salamander. What then of hope? It burns brightly in the distance for all who are attracted by its lighted Beacon of Brilliance.

Stand tall against the winds and tide of changing allegiance and time. There is no praise for the man or woman absent serving the emotional discharge of this or that internal gland or chemical imbalance. Free is clear and clear is the day within the minds of those who have chosen victory over purchase and promise over unproven peace. These are men of dis-allegiance making oaths to the darkness and those who suck out the light. Enormity is the call of tomorrow as the gravity of all planets held together by the laminin within them align with the power which holds all purpose.

Seek not safe harbor in fasting seas. Hasten to windy points and welcome disarray. This incongruence with the Mercy found in Heaven will call out to the hands that set the clocks of time at first day. Beckon the storm that has reached our hearts knowing the power within it to clarify every heart, revealing the unbroken. Into the depths of ages spread asunder we seek solace in the midst of foray threatening to consume the universe in wrath. Our petulance wishes to be master but patron participant is mustered nonetheless. To the unfolding we attend. The panoramic display of God’s revelation in long suffering extended to a body that will never understand.

Lord of all honor, grace and consequence, come hither to attend to starting guns and trumpet. As misanthrope’s of madness believe themselves beyond tether and plans poignant. Seek missive to minister’s pre positioned along the arc of lesion’s beneath the sight of man. Tear apart the tectonics and foundation. Take footing from false and leave those upon the Rock’s core alone. These are the moments meant to shake all moorings and set to sea the aspirations of the wicked to dream no more and find no bite upon the willing or inviolate. Preach hunger to them who have eternity’s filling. And thirst to men freed from the slake of Earthly toil. For this is the reckoning of intention. Yours against the Will of God.