In days when the mighty stand in voice, having made the call to Stand our Choice. Not by hand or arm we’re joined but by Trust in God our Motto Coined. These days ahead may be gray and stark, but our Mighty God brings light to dark. So whisper not in victory sound, that our feet are planted on solid ground. None shall move nor faith be rocked, and the Lord our God shall not be mocked. In silence sit the fallen foes with weeping, gnashing and prophetic woes. To lake and fire their end is certain, having paid no attention to the shredded curtain. No veil, no distance, no one between, no dominion, ghost or heavenly Queen. Shall challenge us in God’s own palm, no storm or seas shall disturb our calm. For we stand with Him forevermore The Loving God whom we adore.

Visions in the middle of blindness, revealing the topography outside the walls. Within the chrysalis of understanding, appealing to the greater good for freedom from the dark. Do you wish for more time or less confusion? In my quest to reach the light I have found the shadows beyond dimension. Where the wings of God protect those who know His Secret Place.

Facing Fear, as his beard is pulled out by sodden hand. Angered but forgiving for the lack of wisdom is a beginning. The only shard of pottery yet cast, remembered by Mind outside the ages. Intellect and deceit to make it captive. Trusting in the morays and breadth of hope beyond the glass of temporary belief. Silence is direct and words the complication. Having surrendered simplicity in dominance of those who ponder deeply.

What foray do your soldiers venture lightly? Taking march before words assembly given? Infrequent reference to pages beyond each ending we speak of things approaching unknowable therefore unexpected. As t approaches the slope becomes infinite, timeless and full of seed in pregnant moments. What song does my heart seek notes to render.? What day has mind selected to achieve that beyond our efforts, talent and treasure? What measure secures man fondness and prayer for safe passage?

They cannot give way to ambitions unkind. Befriended by the greed of hearts in exponential expectation. Family to those who share history’s mark of service to singularity of self and pleasure. Whispering giants pause. Seeing the evidence of man fully kindled by spirit. Quench not the ravishing dawn and fires of stars fallen asunder. Finished in praise and efforts missed by those who thought themselves beyond Sovereign Measure. The paint of hue and depth imperceivable by post or parchment. Upon the streams of glory’s passing are those things worth memory revealed in perpetuity.

Singled out, cast and sold as the wares of wandering minstrel. What glee be found in darkened hopeful indifference. Dreamt of incandescence finding only tepidity and luke warmth on fences unpainted. Palpable depths of blues, green and grey conceal the bulk of heaven’s mindful sharing. In kinship happiness defeated and joy finds purchase beyond the grip of time’s swollen grasp and hunger. The fetid fortunes of the few shall go grey as ember is blown adrift in the waves left by time’s passage into Gehenna.