Every movie laughed at me, failing to understand forever. Misunderstanding the simplicity of gravity, always looking for deeper meaning. Opportunity lost in mist of misappropriation. The Glory discovered in forethought of readiness. Knowing the heartache accompanying grasp in the truth of man’s power in mortality.

She stepped away from a man clearly unprepared. At some point destined to find himself in the productive wiles of temptation and trial. The outcome of this painful realization that rejoicing in growth came with the payment of the best things that life showed in handfuls. Wishing it worked out differently is the regret that growth delivers.

The circus Solaris in the temple of man’s self worship is the altar of our fears and tears. Man seeking dominance while losing partnership and cooperation. A sad testimony of irony and grace. What may be gained is found in what has been regrettably surrendered. A partnership in the sharpening and honing of what could be a man’s formal polish.

Stepped away from the device thinking that the burns could not happen. Only to awaken to stark sight of fears and trials following. No man may find that island that removes him from himself. In self help he wondered, picking at the scabs and scars thinking himself quite fancy. Yet the dawn of her mournful eye haunting to tear’s edge.\

Looking forward offers the difficulty we most fear in slumber. The dream to which unapplied reason and works is bereft of outcomes most pleasant. For the gifts of God are offered all but most are seldom readied, to capture and apply the salve and bathing grace of everlasting life. In the now we are found head’s tucked low from approaching or shadowing cloud. To see all that could be truth if my heart, mind and hand found ready.

Walked away into the darkness of my failures. Nothing resolved but the will to make it right. All along to have relied upon assumption. It all made sense when the silence came to life. So I just ran on and on into the labyrinth. Where I reside safe and calm in lefts and rights. There is no day and no frailty seeking solace. No chains of love or self-reliance to regard. Without reward the poverty stands welcome. The bitter truth that not knowing seldom brings. Reliant hope and the whispers of tomorrow. Of giants met and the tales that no one sings.

Sing on til dawn in the promises of reason. Wrapped in the love and the comfortable retreat. To dance alone is the reason for the card. So oft compelled by philosophies and pride. There is no pain as a man without his purpose. No Victory won as the Love reserved a King. Into the night I forget about those worries. Most often linked to the ebb and flows of tide. Humming along to a tune of purse and promise. In service to all the things within the gift of life. Way too late for me to wonder in life’s problem. This river long but not so deep or wide.

Into frames pass the lilies, halls and orchid. So soft and sweet the lyric and the rhyme. In conscience comes the courage of contentment. To be recalled oh so fondly in time’s passing. Massage effect upon treatments of dimension. The Strings resound in the risks of heaven’s envy. A wind made bright in the dawn’s control of night. Kissed amber cheek as a child approaches innocence. Into the day running filled with such exuberance. A knuckle pinched til the pain produces grimace. Precursor to the joys upon her face.

What then my hope if foolishness regards me. So fondly still I move in wounded plight. To sally on filled in passion and such fury. Resounding hearts so swept up in the strife. To be addressed in validating moments. And held beyond the contempt of outright dismissal. Just garden’s gleam in the ruby and the auburn. Nursing the tear brought to a poet’s heart. She sat in perpetuity no motion, word or song. The breath so deep the night so very long. For my behalf I spoke politely of her abandon. Up til the day had given way to dusk and dawn. So hard to yield the marshal of a warrior. And trust reward of each smile, frown or yawn.

Knowing. The heart is wicked and seeks to lead astray each man believing it controlled or captured. In desperation of my own regard I find the folly filled pursuit of doing something to retard the worry or fear that steals the heart’s attention. There are no self efforts that will stem this tide and decay. The only resolution seems beyond human capacity of standing ever so quiet in rest, admonishing the heart, head and ears to be strictly attentive for the voice of God’s direction.

Romantic love, clever retort, castles assailed or discussion fail in the midst of faith trial. My planning, effort or resolve mount to naught against the storms that quench my heart. All at once I long for the fulfillment of those imaginary longings of self actualization all the while being whispered to by Spirit, Be Still and Know that I am God. When action taken seems the proper pursuit I require elevation beyond my own capacities. Lest I interfere with God’s intention I must beg Him to give me that will to stand my ground in silence and repose.

There are no answers but to remain in rest, fully dependent upon God’s next move in my reformation. Running faster, seeking exit or some manner of deliverance beyond the Will of God deprives me of the Fruit surpassing my temporary journey’s. Seeking tasks, roads and power beyond my own the desire to answer the urgings of this moment must be relegated to those things held at arm’s distance from chest and ear. Trust is only demonstrated in the faithful, supernatural ability to wait upon God’s Answer, regardless the appetizing list of potential human provided solution.

This is excruciatingly freeing from the repetitive machinations of me. To do something different you must do just that. Thus the pursuit of some measure of relief from burden, trial or test is perpetual misunderstanding. Time will march, regardless of my action. There is only one beyond its effect. My quest is to remain at rest for as long as that is required that I may see the miracles and mysteries God has in store for my present and future. After all, having eschewed the objectives and self outcomes for whatever God shall bring demands that I muster the talent of remaining in neutral as He paves the way to victory, challenge or reward.

Hands and ego seek retribution and revenge. Immortality born of written record that will decay in time’s unfolding reflection. What then of truth, wisdom mastery of that beyond our mortal comprehension. Have I not chosen the eternal, relegating my conquest of time and 3 fold dimension to the strings beyond theory. Embracing those things beyond self. What and why then would I venture in repose or retreat to the declared inadequacies of my own frailty?

To defeat that which assails I may not employ the tool kit that invariably repeats the same lesson in perpetuity. These are no enemies that may be dispatched by hand, hammer or saw, but by Spirit. Enjoining them with the temporary solutions of fist or gun simply brings them back in larger numbers until such time the believer is overwhelmed or overcome enough such that they surrender hand and heart to Sovereign.

Not beguiled, not confused, not enraged by their rhetoric, force or deception. This is their chess board upon which I am simply visitor for such a time as God sees fit to prepare me for hereafter. Why then act as participant or diminish my service to the King by emotional or physical inclusion? No the things of this past man are the rub that makes me ponder. No longer young by time or spirit I am now forced to walk the prayerful footsteps of understanding. Looking to futures they cannot even see nonetheless contemplate or accept. To be turned away into reprobate thinking is to become slave to imagination.

Be set free as you the gift that you have accepted. Open it, look upon Salvation and know the redemptive relief and adoration it represents. It is time to be protected, provisioned and promised in The Living Will of God’s Understanding rather than simply captured forever in the unresolved dilemma of this dimensions simplicity. Without God I am without God and all that being privileged in His Presence Brings. I will embrace the Peace that surpasses the comprehension of 3 or 4 dimensions. Knowing that participating in their wars requires wearing the mask I’d worn in temporal life before this.