Shouting into the dark. These are not the things of stable men. Rage, misery, unbridled fury at the realm who will not listen or respond. Is there destiny not their own? What calculus involved in trying to get them to a place they chose not? Peace is quieting for reasons plenty.

Dance steps emerging from the dawn of quiescence and compromise in surrender. Finding the paths that were previous unconnected. Regaining or building avenues to hope when despair has lost council. The arguments with self-repel the whispers of Almighty.

This staff was given me. Not for the purpose of cracking heads or destroying sheds and shelters but to make even my steps on slippery rock. It is loss or decreased burden to never have been in charge of anything or anyone. My salvation is found in contentment before the Light.

They will do what they will do to sponsor the surrender and change within. Arguing or impaling with words of correction, anger or disagreement is wasted life and time. I am not sent to correct but to assist in the climb of others seeking summit. If they wish to fall, go sideways or remain on the cliffs caught in fear or indecision that is their own quest with Spirit.

Departing from the edge of my own nightmare. Speaking reason where appropriate requires letting go of outcome or choices made. For within the decisions obedient or self-centered the answer for each man is found in regret, recourse and capitulation to the Will beyond their own.