Can it be? That you and me, just were never meant to be. All that time, every dime spent to find a way that never should been attempted. What now, that relief is so hard felt. We’ve dealt with lost dreams and caverns too deep for lighting. But as time wanders and tries to convince us of its authority. We just sit and contemplate the wind.

All the frost and the fallow ground surrounds me. A heart of gold transformed in nuclear acceleration, speeding up and nearing stars to find its way through time. Calculus of two asteroids asunder, plunging deep into space then gravity allows. We still stand oddly in juxtaposition, having strewn our wake through the confines of solar left behind.

And those wonderful dreams, so powerful to children. The stuff of imagination and miracles this side of God that man are rife to acquiesce. What then lurks beyond palsy and weak reason, when we clearly see the Hand upon each thing He brought to light. And the Life that bore all daylight resting nightly, accepts the reality of Power beyond the will of man. Yet in the spotlight of man’s prideful journey, with examples set that show the mighty fallen, we still fail to accept the glory and the wisdom.

You pulled your hand away because it was given freely and without resistance the wound may not find life. To find love it must not be fought for or against but understood even in the shadow of imperfection. For all must fall and then choose to seek out glory. Not to serve pride but to serve that which is fully deserving of my fealty. And in that moment when our frailty becomes common, we let go of the scenery and script to live a life free of past infliction, where dreams and possibility reign as we seek the limit of God’s indwelling hope.