Chasing the wind, following dreams, seeking after sundown that which was missed today. Faster it seems round about the rising midnight appeared and sank any hope of remembering yesterday’s failures. The warmth raised the hair on my arms as the morning daffodil leans into the sun. Peace found my heart a welcome domain.

This is not a derivative equation, but the simple pursuits, trials and opportunities that a child finds fascinating. So, complex my unwillingness to simply respond in obedient fervor. These are not new shoes but those which show the age of my ramblings in the wandering desert. For fear of something, I let nothing detain me in the quagmire of my own captive thinking.

What is freedom but the courage to try that which appears impossible, to learn that which is yet discovered or master that which has confounded our attempts? The grace of time and temporary is the ideal of practice and preparation. For into the length of a day that will last eternal we will be launched to do works beyond expectations and current understanding.

What voices do I heed? What troubles and villains fear? What hopes lead me to despair instead of joy? How is difficulty an insult when its power to compel, stretch and sponsor growth is part of our inherent awe? How infrequent my bravery to walk outside the lines of expectation leaving the road ahead unpaved til driven?

There is no good man but God. My heart seeks a reflection of perfect thinking and action, knowing that I will always be six never reaching seven until time yet known though certain promise. In this unshakable reliance I find the pot at the end of rainbow. Filled with posture, protection and the grand chance to face all odds in victory.

All that I may be in correction is thoughtful, prayerful and contrite. I cannot correct the past for in this discipline we think ourselves perfect infallible beyond mistake. When the reality is the mistakes are Life well lived in reaching for the inevitable in transformation of rebirth. I am not the culmination of those things I have poorly done. I am the result of having wronged, stumbled and fallen again instantly seeking forgiveness, correction and the change in God’s Hand and Timing. Implausible it seems, yet more real than my vein’s red blood.