The thankful moments saved in mental collage of life explosive, bursting into the stacks of eternity. Not where to but when and how long. Asking questions but would rather tell the story of this adoring heart. So near to somewhere I’ve forgotten, so far from what could have been, indifferent to that treasure in necessity. You are the dream. Not one that nonchalantly wakes when it’s over but the rapture, four score symphonic cacophony and maps beyond tomorrow. waking in tears, fears and laughter, speaking words I’ve never heard and cannot remember writing, painting in hues outside the spectrum.

How fast? Must have been aggressive as my shoes are torn, lying dead upside in patches of turf and wonder. No sweat. Impossible. There was no way from there to here a ditch collecting the bones and mysteries of age. What wind drove me to measure time’s incapacity? How grand the splendid sails taking us to out where. Imagined at day’s beginning when light had yet whispered its arrival. Hovering over the waiting deep, while Father mouthed the Word. Events forgotten not for loss of the miraculous but to give the mind time to rest in advance of the spectacular.

Pressure, pulse, crimson metal flowing toward the yellow pool of dawn’s voice rising. Where were the thoughts of my first breath upon the drawing board of creation. Chasing boots and dowsing tears with a dab at eye’s corner, hopeful. Waking at a whisper, unfolded to float on the mists of mars and dirty days in of spinning fury. Am I free to name the places, faces and deep thinking of those who ponder lightly. Please may I speak of courage and standing against the dark wind rising? May that sword sing power’s preaching siren to rid all of the wicked.

Enter the countdown. Eyes and hearts skyward. Anticipating swift, certain moments of plans unfurling. Flags and faces of character beyond the stars served as latent example but now embody reality of the Sovereign. When not if, how and why also entertained in the mantle of God’s reason. The season is upon you whether you seek avatar or alternate answer the only one offered will clarify your madness. Into the dawn of God’s resolve you are cast as the die that you once rolled. Double or triple six to win the pot of gold you’ve chased with each breath spent. Powerless, hopeless, full of regret for having mocked those seemingly simple who served that beyond them. Into eternity, judgment and incarnate incarceration by the King you failed and refused to recognize as your Maker and now your end.