Hearts aflame candescent. Bestowed with tongues of fire, shaken by the present Lord. In fetal ignorance I wandered wild, petulant, thinking myself Free. Self-captured in pride and sands of foundation impure. Beset by the mortal influences of time, pain and expectation. I lost access to fury beyond my own wakeful understanding. In this time I dwelt bereft of aspiration to stellar existence.

Which are my options? Those televised in my own conditioned response of temporal catalyst. Broken, shattered, torn, ripped from the pages of my own scripting. My belligerence, made known to the universe which laughed. My troubled fixation quickened by the flames of wisdom and arrival. Perched not in prowess or presentation, made ready for the Hand of God’s Works in revelation of each dawn. Where then are footfalls aptly placed, when climbing mountains yet viewed or pathways yet wrought?

In Glory I repel the walls of descent to final prudence. The valley repaired, rivers flowing to the seas yet ventured. I plant, walk, seeking rest for verdant seed of God’s eternal planting. The weight and gravity of physical limits removed, compelling me skyward toward justice and peace. Bound by vision beyond Earth, sky and mooring to islands in perpetual dimensions of frequency, light and mass. What then may harass a man of such independence in view and metaphysics? Well those things which beset all creatures of Creation, thinking ourselves adequate to a story written by the Fingers of Sovereign.