Drawn to the winnowing of my spirit. Threshed until the chaff is loosened from the real food of life. The dross removed after violent and percolated separation. Scooped from the man I will become remembering the payment that was given in the torture of an innocent man. What delight this extraction when thought of mercifully. What pure joy the knowledge of what arrives following the spin cycle and hanging in the warming afternoon sun. Perched, set apart made new for the purposes of eternity’s work. The things to come hereafter.

I am expected to yawn, murmur and complain about this pain readying my soul for things yet mentioned or described. The verbs yet written; the vocabulary scribed upon a white rock to be given to those who know Him. These are not the days and trials of a man who shall lose but the one who realizes the victory has already been delivered. My analysis unimportant, my belief in things beyond this day all that matters for even this moment has been assured and donated to my blessings.

What shall be revealed in His finger upon the hand of the time that marks my passage? This life a brief reflection of the predestination in good deeds and divine opportunity to share love or reaction to worldly impulse. Inscribed upon my internal helix the giftings of the Lord’s visitation and equipping for the readiness I will need when facing those eyes of fire. A coming day, a dawn of inception when lies removed none may utter falsehood without immediately piercing of the Light. Cherish the hardship and the love as joy greets both with the knowledge of higher participation, courage and counsel.

Made in the forge of King’s wanting. Left to refuse the hull and cancelled Milen sheath. Forgotten and never remembered the pain as it tempers the iron of this vessel. Flesh yet beyond in remaking of heavenly seeds encoded with a life that transcends each veil of tomorrow’s warning. Become what some ventured to repeat and chant yet failed to put foot and hold to piton in climbing yonder mountain. Relieved, refreshed, renewed in viewing, character and promise. Journey to day’s envisaged round the corner of time obedient hand, ticking away at the order of our Master.