Father in prayer let me honor your outcomes. Let me not spend idle time seeking bounty, but instead praying for those people you love enough to have died for them. Laying down in sacrifice not for recompense or reward but for the hope of their survival and proper finish. Lord let them all bring Glory to you a thousand-fold while my joy is complete in your receipt. Bestow upon me that mercy to watch the wonderful men you’ve made do all those miracles to please their King. Let me lay down my life for others not for my own whims of wonder.

By nature and example these things may never occur without your Hand and Will upon them. For they be miracles of which men are incapable without your powerful Spirit to guide fill and empower. Let all those who would call themselves by your Mighty name become well versed in conversation with the king. Lord let them know that miracles will occur to bring all to the wonders of our Sovereign God. Please find my hope and love as inspiration and humble request for your Glory. Thank you for the patience that you’ve lent me as I often rely upon your love to keep me in waiting hope for that which is yet to come. Reveal yourself Lord that all may know and find peace, everlasting Peace in Love for You.

In my dreams I see eternity take shape around us. What a day that moment when we find our final place at the foot of the throne to love, serve and be your Forever Family. I am entrenched in a battle that has been won by King and God, defeating the mythical mists and spirit of evil, time, death and hell. Lord we are beyond the reach of those once found us captive. In your merciful love we have the power to pray and know that the quest if righteous and certain. Lord let me stay in your presence always forgetting to once again look upon the shiny things of this world as they dullen to our heavenly sense.

We are eternal fooled by our temporary existence into believing that this world continues its clutch and mastery of our hearts and minds. But we are children of the King with all that means much of which is beyond conception or understanding rather of mighty promise. I look to the some day in peace, that wonderful day when I will become enlightened to the reality of God, the truth of Heaven, the remaking of the World in Your Image without fear, death or wickedness. These things are the cravings of this man’s will and heart. Father hear my call to you for the finality of your wisdom and intention. Lord patiently waiting on this field of battle where enemy has fled and those hearts and eyes await knowing you. What Joy may be found and measured in this man’s heart.

Immolated purple and crushed cherry. Golden harmony pulling tears that would not otherwise be offered for peace. In expression we find the words and comfort of compassion given to the impoverished, poor and often least remembered. What glory in establishing hope? The cold wet earth stands ready for ice or seed. The sun standing watch over the valley of indifference. What grows in hearts found sullen, hugging despair?

These are the bright mornings of our recall. Turning back not to black and ruin but to morns of reason, expectation and creation. We have been freed of the burdens of our own involvement or duty. The headlines proclaim that joy made happiness irrelevant. For mountains do not hate the sky, tickling its fancy. Nights do a dance with light of day. Knowing that for a time to observe humility we all must step away from the passions.

Driven to be more than secured by war, sweat and elbows. We follow the wings of birds who know the season. Flight time in transit, overlooking the masses. Window to this and other worlds I enter the portal and find myself at the foot of glassy seas. Fashioned fancy and romance to rival fiefdoms. We sorted and pressed to deliver a product consistent with calamity but were reminded all along of master’s intent. Rekindling fires long frozen in pits untended we set the flames of yesteryear to spark future fealty.

What dance against the teal and sand driven sky? Hand in hand we paraded in a quest for honor with mouths half filled in sand as our words reflect the dust we’d begun. We yearned for anything green or slow running milky creeks of mountainous winter. Into our own dreams we retreated, knowing white and auburn or emerald. Regretting our venture into the dual dimensions of the temporary we sought the twisted strings of color revolutions. When the keys are found, the door opened, who pines for the previous? Not I said the willing.

Into habit regret marches confidently. Relief the corner of my tears as years drop away into the rivers of time and forever. Wounded, buffeted until the shawl of spirit is bunched and tattered. Running headlong into thanksgiving is a capable response for worry. In the palm of a quiet hand I found time and breath to make the journey. Relieved, to have believed in something outside the ordinary. Something real, miraculous and fostering joy, irreplaceable.

Fully subscribed to example, having paid the entry fee, you cannot convince me that this road fails to reach grand summit. Unlike the winters feeble touch, the lively seed of morning mystery graces us this first glimpse of Spring’s valor. What is left to grow beyond the reach of madness and infertile thinking? There is arrival and the revival of superior thinking akin to mastery of man. Unkempt, bedraggled, forced to see the waxen fury of man’s mystic pursuit as his palsy rages at moons, meekness and memories.

What weakened state of petrified fear pins me against the chasm wall? Feet convinced or bribed by enablers and branded thieves to stay their ground when flight is beckoned. Let go all that was and never could to find those things spoken of by next week and tomorrow. Chatting humbly at the skirt of time about space, and days in between the making of all matter. What free hand idea is scribed when looking over shoulder to warn them of policing thought? Most notable the charge of electrons seeking to establish a base for reasoned purpose.

Into home I capture Escalera. No drag of unsecured baggage or antenna. There is no stopping within the event horizon unless the shields administered preventor. To collapse within oneself when shy from piercing light. In hope of answering poorly to be released by inadequate access. No one fears the known until forced surrender by the knowable. And days of dream teach us tales and language to reach strangers. With perfect word and hope beyond the hands of time or death. Arriving at a thousand tomorrows forgotten yesterdays and years of anguished folly, I rest my argument upon the eyes of fire.

Oh you heart who follows the wind and expectation, who may predict or depend? What road we attend knowing with slight recant you will find allegiance, yearning and quest at the changing of season or breeze? What then the master of logic and plan. Schedules and to do lists dictating the hours in absence of miracle. Where is life in this grand scenario penned of man? What lay at the end of my own achievements if not material blessing or sense fulfilled? Planted those things that I may account to my own spread? What is preserved if heart untaught or fealty unknown?

Sullen and undetermined, fruits unripe, spotted or neglected. What joy to you seeks solace in vision of the rounded mountain? What skip bounces from step to step? What praise offered for the contentment that perhaps has never purchased? What hope in laws and frequence to sustain the moorings of the margrave? Have you forgotten the giggles and imaginary ambitions and the dreams of youth? Are there things you are afraid to know?

Courage now young one. Time marches whether you stand, step or slip. Breathe deep the power of pace irrelevant the rhythm of decay and entropy. All sound the fear and laughter of those who made naught kings. Din the cries of those stood watching, anticipating prayer and tears of the frightened. What homes or dwellings protected truly felt safety beyond the hands of evil? Where to in navigation would those go to find certainly in ledger, mind and spirit? Have we forgotten the war wages to ending of certain victory or seek we peace with enemies thus defeated? Why command armistice with those who shall dwell in darkness?

What heroes make we? Lifting up brides and captains crumbling. Handfuls of loam and shaken stirring. Drifting in mind, intent and mercy never sure of the horrors which sway the outcome. Into those gelled, malleable ponderings of yoga, mystics and magics. Resonance of deciphered normalcy doing what feels right in weight and measure. What gentle rock supports the formation of worlds, wind and forever? And to our just reserves is levity found in attendance to nature’s rules or call? Is there for a voice for which the choir tunes? In tandem with cycle, sound or beginning. Round the corner to madness or muse. Does tomorrow bring your rubbings of the lantern or the escape of wrath and judgment?

Mirrored flowers of the morning sun. Crossing hairs in gardens plain peacefully prepared to bask a while until summoned for the counsel. Lumbering the tree toed pathway all senses alert to the pollens and murky watered fountains. Lillies and valleys fair, wandering mind met to dismiss the thousand pounds of memories. Gone all guilt and practiced rhetoric as emotion got the better in delivery of tales, tears and talisman.

Walking backwards on frontage beach trying to remember summer’s last. But winters long howling mourns had dulled my senses enough to find them pleasantly lifted in the Spring’s awake from slumber. Cows and collies, bridges and billowing sails caught the freshened breeze to remind us of stories once told in wonder. The sky waited obediently for the brush to lay upon it, melding imagination with morning in a water color to rival heaven’s pastel.

A brief blink of eye, not a wink but some internal, private code set to action a secret parlay or prison break. Embarked to cozy inn for a satisfying meal, conversation on antiquing and a short-winded jaunt to miss incoming showers. What comforts do the shoulders rest.? When sitting proper by the falls and bells as tourists tip their hats in respect. There are no plans greater than the wishes of man to escape into the unknown season.

There are no requirements only expectations met or sometimes tabled. To the mounts and swiftly ride to find the folly we had so hoped would come upon us. Into the daze of mysteries met we left behind the thoughts and hopes of wars won tomorrow. For today alone stood to be victor. In its promise we fell toward the bastions of impermanence. For the horizon is always further than the feet which found it. Yet, whole lives may be answered in the moment when this day becomes the one of dreams.

Attached to that which sponsors right thinking and action. Embracing the truth that there is always an I and that persona has a list of wounds, desires and reasoning that will consistently be at odds with greater pursuits or understanding. The deception often endemic to failing this acknowledgement, demands a discernment beyond the embellishments of self and a focus absent dominion beneath the seeking’s of self. The decision and continuance of this higher discovery or investigation then requires a diligence or vigilance in watchfulness to measure the reflection of a navigation attentive to the power of probable or possible misdirection. The only way is His, the desire to walk that path.

What then in faith is logical reaction to the disturbances or attempted theft of joy, peace or patience is to remain within the joy regardless of deception or offered interruption? This joy, having received the keys to the toolset of humanity’s navigation, will remain my endorsed mindset. I am beyond the reach of theft and/or calamity. To participate in this counterproductive effort is by choice and should be acknowledged as willful participation and self-wrought efforts to attend to the effect of my enemies. I will stand this battlefield in courage, not to fight against those I seek to drive before me but rather filled with the confidence of their flight as defeated foes of the one I represent in likeness, Word and pleasure.

Where have I gone when finding my footfalls upon the Broad Boulevard volleying conversation absent love, humility or caution? Well, in absolute visibility I have been lured by lusts, objectives or conquest from the list of humanism not of heaven. Why then will you follow the red balloon of childish imagination, when the concrete, substantive edge of eternity awaits and beckons your just pursuit in faith? Wherein is fruit displayed? Is it unlike the manna of today stored up to be shown another day? Or is today the viewing of my produce? What then is God pleading you discover? Step aside from the misdirection efforts of those who would see you impoverished.

Find Joy, given freely and without governance to sustain those promises of that which awaits you beyond the world’s zenith, horizon or Z-plane. For this is the incremental capture of those things supernatural to which you have made heir and willing participant. Love, joy, peace and patient not only await your administration but stand at ready to defend, protect, parry and deliver the certainty of God’s victorious glory and fulfillment. Why choose this when that has been available since transformation? We must be decided in promise, hope and surety awaiting the arrival we know is our destiny.

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.

Capsule, envelope, bubble, prison when caged by thinking unresolved or challenging the boundaries of relationship. What transformation my brothers? From what into what are you claiming allegiance to a King who gave command not suggestion or interrogatory? If it is the measure of change, the production of previously unrealized fruit you bear as evidence then isn’t it incumbent upon your argument to present it in public viewing? Christ said to declare Him to the World not simply intimate that we may perhaps have met along a long broad boulevard. When were you contemplating making a public statement of your adoption into His Forever Family?

We applaud the stepping out of identity to our sin, having previously kept secret in the dark those things for/of which we may have been embarrassed or to which impacts we sought avoidance. Is our Faith in the Maker of the universe to be so included? Certainly, all would agree that finding salvation, eternal life, forgiveness, ending the war with God, escaping death and being free from bondage of our sin are worthy of local declaration if not emphatic heraldry from the highest promontory. Why then, are most men silent of that ebullient joy? Why then are most men absent in the spiritual leadership of their Families, Firms and Nations? Why then are most men completely absent the requisite delight and fruit commensurate with the presence of the Holy Spirit’s domicile, within our hearts?

It is logical to assume that having been born again to a new heavenly birth each of us would at some point make that revelation to the world or at least to ourselves. Is there a date upon we depend or project that it will be convenient or Safe to make such relationship known? I love and care for you and know that God has no need for time except in its demand upon our understanding and valuation of the temporary, precious and priceless moments we’ve been given to make the one choice demanded of all. God is patient. Have you ever stopped to ponder why? Romans 9:22 if you need to review. He loves all even those who themselves or publicly are proclaimed wicked. And He is using the provision, protection and bounty given to those who are obedient as envious example to the wicked in knowledge that some will see and seek Life in Him. For He declares that He intends for all to reach everlasting Life in Him.

I am no man’s critic, only a voice in the desert saying, make straight your path for the Kingdom of God is upon US. This nation was created upon DIVINE PRUDENCE it will be dissolved only through DIVINE IGNORANCE. Ever take a moment to look upon the root of the word ignorance? It is to IGNORE. If we continue to ignore the choice or continue to hide the evidence of our salvation then how would God use any of US to make the wicked envious of our example? Logic confounds those who wish to create avatar or alternate realities in the quest to avoid God’s impending judgment. Romans 1 declares God’s position, yet few will read it or seek to understand the reality of our dependence upon the Sovereign for existence or continuance. We have been promised and given process by which to heal our nation yet we will do anything but humble ourselves before God. The reason why is clear.

I may paint pictures of overwhelming love. I may declare or regale you with stories of digression to find alternate pathways in or through the universe to reach God and Heaven. I may rewrite the greatest story of Christ’s sacrifice on the Cross, but none of my invention, aspiration or editing changes in any fashion or manner the Truth of God’s Word upon each heart. You will either choose to believe upon God’s Work to save mankind or you will choose not to and this sole decision will determine your continuance after departing this life term. My duty to Him and love for you behooves my own declaration and evidence. Not simply found in my words but defined by the evidentiary fruit seen in my walk of life, that there is no doubt in either of our minds of God’s indwelling seal and presence. For it is my prayer that you see and in so doing are compelled to make that one, paramount, mandatory choice of this lifetime. Death and taxes are not assured, the decision of life hereafter IS.