Peace my immolant heart. Fires entering this age, born before time itself was named. In esteem, I hold this pulse, quickening when privileged ears piqued. Simple unto awesome may voice and heart bellow in tandem. Against the freshening breeze. What may birth bring in christening flame? Metal remade to mettle quite odd to eye and meddling thought.

None seems right by taste and touch. Sound and trumpet and ocean rush proceed the twinkling. In moments scant to measure. We found the road to crimson berth. Welcomed plunged in river real to see the transparency of metal to alloy, sight and higher resonance.

What becomes of those afraid? Too scared to Henry, Nancy they reveal. Yet she who soloed wisely saw the promise of freedom found. Into her element they ceased to amble after. In pulsing radiance, she left the bucket tumbling. On that marble hill with flowers cascading as mountain streams, she ran from her indifference.

This knowledge is beyond my quizzical and thieving mindset. Too fast, sleight of hand a failure and words only dig the holes edge in around me. What quiet is found in reason when all that encompasses are miracles beyond my foretelling of tomorrow? It is comfort, this solitude in the silence of not knowing, yet certain.

I am too infrequent to be called among the faithful. To inconsistent to be welcomed trustworthy and dependable. Yet, in this eye a pathway past forever. For the spark is everlasting. Shone deeply from the heart of the one through the foundry of man’s making. Upon the superheated firmament my soul was fashioned for this sweeping torrent.

Into God’s intention I plunge, life, heart and the secrets beyond the spirit of self and independence.