Thought about screaming, but peace had the better half of me. Into darkness I scrambled. Anticipation unnecessary, as the mystery would play exactly as it was meant. A lark promised relief from quandary as worry and regret promised their inadequate controls would set me free from price of passion and pursuit. These are not the days of things lightly ventured, but days of dedication, accountability and victorious remorse as opportunity surprises and dwindles before me.

I pondered a teammate, someone with smiles, discernment and measured resolve latent with longevity. What breath does God give me to fill the lungs and light of life? Knowing without doubt that the ends are already figured. Calculated in the grand imagination of Sovereignty, a focus beyond parameter of my thinking. What then she squeezed as if bag pipe too swollen of throat clutched in the fears of Time and machine. The examples are surely set will I fail to seek answer when direction fully catered?

Step away from madness. Look to reason and wisdom as guides through folly and spite. The nights are never so long that the dawn’s promise cannot adequately resolve the prisons of calculus and reform. We squirm as any of this be surprise or miscalculation. Choice is not determined until made but the annals still know which choice will be made as if already chosen. Lay waste to the promulgated nightmare and faithless capitulation to dreams of desperate spirit. For pride is not our powder in battle but the hardened granite of purpose and perpetuity. Framed in Heaven’s understanding our hearts bask in painted deserts, pink moons and sun drenched harbor.

If but the swim, fly or dance we must find the shamelessness of folly. Take to the street not in embarrassment and pulse, but for hymn, and majesty and reason. Things carried by the propelling swells of faith. Resistant to the frail doubts of encumbered thinking. We praise the perfect name in certainty and hope. Apprehensive abundance of victory’s already acheived and promises sacrosanct and fixed.