Just so many roles and expectations none of which once asking me for my input. Not that everything rises or falls on the waves that I cast in this pond but that they are at least recognized. Towers of Babylon and the Mighty Men that built them gather attention and wonder, capturing eyes and attention for their un Godly attempts to outstrip our Maker and yet none wish to hear of those saving Children or making old people laugh. Where has the heart of man gone, that the humble heroic things that made our Grand Father’s cheer have become insignificant, unworthy even boring.

Men took beaches with a picture of their Wives’, Children and dog tucked tightly in a wallet on the top of their footlocker shelf. Not wanting to lose the only reminder of home as they debarked the amphibious vehicle striking the beach in the shallow waters of some East Pacific Island. All done for the promise of continued normalcy, knowing its definition to be the greatest gifts received or achieved in this Short life. They took lives and left numerous friends and any fantasy about the glories of War on those distant shores only to find that crumbled photo as the priceless reward for not dying on that stretch of land.

We are not blessed with perfect pitch, nor the genius of empiric physics but we do have the will to surrender to a power much kinder than the gifting in our lonely hearts. He makes it bearable for the men who never could or would be able to fit in regardless of intention. We all believe that our cause is just, our works noble and our footfalls worthy of inscription in the concrete history of man’s making. But most of us are just joes some with a fair bit of luck and good sense to say yes to a good job or woman, responsible by the common sense God gave them to make a bold play at the treasure of normalcy.

Who am I too wish limits on the rules and drama placed upon me as good conduct requirement for friendship, Family or comradery? I am answerable to the King who sees through me, is that not enough? Must I cave to every whim, word or lottery list? Played too many houses feeding the crowd just for approval, acceptance or worse yet pride to do the old soft show now with balance gone and shoes near dust. This Song is not for you but For Him and I fail to see why I owe an explanation as to my choice of keys, the tears streaming my cheeks or the joy of each fulfilling Word. Some things are done for lust, money or fame, but this is done out of love for All that God IS.

I will fight with an abandon lost to most when Courage flees. For this life is His and War is an awful thing spending the breath and life of God upon Quests to take the same from others. The Path is never set except for those who find God’s Will imperfect. For in His discretion have Divine Appointments been set to keep me on the Skinny Path of His splendid Will for my transformation. An small bounty that should laugh as that somehow makes me daft. For in so being I have seen beyond the cage of Brilliance. Out where the sea meets the reason for time’s beginning and the roadway beyond the last second’s tick.

I do not love you to fulfill some need for valor, nor to portray my works as those of a man God calls Good. For I have seen the miserable heart and slander of my own heart and season. There is one thing Good in me and that is Him. My penchant for long bloated repass and seismic explanation are stark contrasted evidence of the insecurities of self. Reasonable men to not avatars avail, not crumble at the argument of purpose and song, but live them without explanation or pity’s prancing. No excuse owed for being what God made me. No pride involved, no adulation lost, no trophy surrendered. These are the gifts that lead to immortality, the humble thoughts of work given and sanctioned by a King we are glad to serve knowing the cost, whatever it appears is worth the acquisition.