Want to go where I cannot get just beyond the land of quit. With angled sides and impassible features of screaming eagles and whispered creatures. A place we think we’ve always been hard to describe and never seen. Where up is left and back is right the moon shines its face when noon is bright. Where clocks fly fast on downhill runs and every finish sounds starting guns. Where talk is cheap and by the dozen and everybody’s friend is your second cousin.

A place to be where all want to go but they’re just too busy rushing to and fro. Where kids and dogs are in the know and when good time planting begins in snow. A time and place where I don’t have to guess where there’s no two-minute drill or full court press. Some place that is no space at all but the substance of the distance between two walls. Where jolly’s giant and Leprechaun’s pail are both quite satisfied to cross the veil. Been torn and left asunder to free us from the curse we were under.

To dance and sing without explanation to give our love without depredation. Where sound races wind and wind the sky and we all race each other to find out why. To be understood without discourse while giggling a top our saddled horse. When framing men without big thoughts and teaching kids the should and oughts. A fancy suit without a tie and a smiling girl with no need to cry. A happy day without ambition and forgiven man lost in contrition. A place where we thought we’d die to sit on clouds and watch the sky. When we got here to end the story we found so much more wrapped up in Glory. With God Himself and His chosen man walking content within His Plan.

Here and now I cannot go even if you told me so. I try and try and then I see the answers don’t reside in me. The great beyond found inside today where tomorrows convinced it’s here to stay. I pray for peace and forgiveness found and cried out loud without a sound. Hoping hard when soft is needed planting corn where wheat’s been seeded. Working hard to hardly work focusing earnestly on my greatest quirk. To the throne to make amends adjusting wrongs and praying for friends. The outcomes come without my aid for He alone this price was paid. To fly or preach or sing a sonnet or swing a sword with His Spirit upon it. Armored up and worried not for what I’ve lost or haven’t got. For a perfect end is where I’m headed to meet the one to whom I’m indebted.

For those who left their blood on the sand, dirt, stone and sea for me. There is no payment worthy of that sacrifice you’ve made on my account. No amount ample for the exchange of your life, dreams and pursuits for mine. What you wanted was for our kids to be safe, our families to breathe free and for me to stand in the courage that you demonstrated for each of us to follow.

Knowingly express those things which are worthy of this sacrifice. Eagerly stepping forward to defend the innocent the vulnerable and the weak. Losing sight of fear in the presence of right standing, fully aware that God did not furnish this spirit of weakness and retreat. Mine is a day where I may not proceed forward without clearing but I certainly will stand in good courage remembering.

What day is coming for those who shall follow our path? What possibilities present to those of US who see the error of our folly and look to surrender to transformed mind and heart? What hope and faith foundation shall become widespread being tended by men of tenure? How shall man be viewed by children who know not how to gloss over or lie, but speak truth to power and weakness? For how shall any of US be remembered kindly if not in the eyes of those who we leave to follow?

Where is my heart if not wrestling with the blessings I am freely offered? What blessing is found in gifts, talents and hope that may never be called upon or used? We are not living dreams but building upon them with action, strong decision and power of spirit, heart and mind. Am I loved for simply being me or for those times that I have put aside my own self-service to assure the safety, health and future of someone who simply could not? These are my days that I have been assigned to make what can be made in my own muster and good thinking, while seeking God’s further provision of Spirit, equipping and provision to do that which is impossible.

This is the gift of life lived in the light that glory comes to God or in darkness that no one is remembered,

Behind the gray. Persimmon, dandelion and what happens in Helvetica. Bold as promise, proud in betrayal, captured in reluctance to champion life. What dreams encountered real are forbidden welcome? What answers sought in need or wisdom are chased beyond town border? What strategy employed as graffiti fails in footing? Where is my rule book when rules themselves are broken in once hallowed time?

Is Treason enough? Is reason sufficient exchange for love’s sweet loss? What sodden brown for the lush verdant whispers in windy sawgrass? Impotence for offspring, injustice for wrong, allegiance to the enemies of right? Beauty swapped for decades and health for cash as freedom ebbs in the rangy rules of celebrity. What then is the promise of this lifetime as its advantages sold for perceived treasure?

These steps are ordered beyond the viewing of moments in perspective. Systems and collage moving eye’s gaze beyond myopy. No distinct focus no shiny thing all hodge podge absent the unique aspect of deliverance. Camouflaged on purpose to blend into horizons forgotten and light extinguished that none will see or be seen. What hope in knowledge unwanted?

We ask to seem responsive. We sing to catch the tune. We dance without joy in the bidding of masters uninvited. Where shall a young man venture if all ports be captive or surveyed to millimeters correction? To die upon the tundra of the blanched and tired. To leave the gainsay gawking. Timeless, weightless, hopeless in the wilderness of space unconquered.

Who are we really America? Were we taught this is an experiment at Constitutional Republicanism, that would at some point fail or succeed regarding our defense thereof? Well, yes. We were handed this wonderful, fragile freedom, all of US having to admit out front the blood, treasure and honor it took to secure, with warning that it would dissolve if not protected. Did we ignore that warning? Well, no and yet we spent most of our defense in protecting the world against infringement’s upon their nationalism. Was this ill advised? Did we fail to heed equal warning to stay out of foreign dilemma and attend to our own farms, families and culture? Yes, we seem to have neglected to listen and take to heart those wisely offered oaths of sanctity given by our founding fathers, leading to this menagerie of madness, this clown show without a big tent.

If we are not the broken men of promise and regret that comes with having something so precious and neglecting its value then what men of stone hearts have we now become? Where are the pillars of humanity that made this nation worthy of remembrance? Where is the culture that is admired and eagerly taught to children as example of a life well ventured? What are our children now holding close in consciousness, in hope that will maintain their nearly impossible attempt to defend, edify and support a bright future for their grandkids? What are we handing them if not broken backs of debt, smashed moral compass and the deflated weather balloon of a globe headed for disaster or a desperate ending in calamity? Am I the one to tell them truth or fill them with stories of “it’s going to be alright” after the soup has been poisoned, notice to next of kin sent and dreams smashed or dashed upon the staircase of broken steps that used to lead to shining destiny?

Will we neglect this opportunity to define first and foremost who we wish to be instead of stabbing into the broad darkness of opining for times gone to history’s recording? Are we to be men who govern themselves or will we always be doubtful, in flight and fright of the empirical hands of the elite who crave dominion over all that may be controlled, bought or made dukes, earls and demons over mankind? Is there a time to which we may return or deliver ourselves into the healthy, transparent, crystal thinking of men who will never give up their right to words spoken truthfully, freely, without regret or second guessing? Are there things that are right and will always be right no matter who interprets them or pays to offer revision? For until we find that which is inviolate in our thinking and identity, we will always be prey to dark attempts to twist the compass one degree from dead center. We cannot be safe until our thinking is established and protected inalienable from the defining moment that brought US to truth. The moment our hearts reached out and met our God.

When we decide that we are of God, by God, With God and For His Perfect Will for those he created we are simply swaying on the top of weeping willow, susceptible to the direction, strength and dangers of the wind. There is no other path forward to freedom but through our capitulation to the historical and present fact that God’s Sovereign Hand upon America is what made anything inviolate, immutable or beyond alien intervention. This revolution is not against man or beast but against SELF, the self reliant inner voice of our own personal God’s of Me and You. Are we done service at the high places and altars or our false god’s of self and lust for eye fulfillment? Really? Until that decision is made regarding our identity as Americans who are grateful, humble and spiritually sound in our debt to God Almighty for everything we are, have and will be then we are headed for the national scrap heap of failed republics. Thank God He is long suffering and patient awaiting our counsel, realization and return. But my people, my lovely Brothers and Sisters, the end of that patience nears and Wrath is promised for all who will not heed His lengthy and promised warnings. Will we now decide who we are or parish into those ill remembered or forgotten nameless of mankind’s most foolish moments? This is ours, what will we use it to become?