Ain’t in charge. No authority, not even the smidgen I have convinced myself was mine. The funny thing being that I never wanted any. Walk the walk that your choices lead you into and if it be the one that is sponsored by God’s small, quiet voice than Amen and Amen. I will seek no further suggestion, conviction or command upon you. Be exactly that which you work out between you.

You see, All He gives me is the ability to tell the truth and that only in His Word or the direction I am fortunate to receive from on High. This is not a journey of self-interest, nor one where my ideas, plans and decisions have any impact upon making things right for the beloved. I am simply, solely and comfortable in the position of vessel for the Word and Ministry of God. Comfort.

So go and do great things following and responding to Him. There is nothing I want more than to want nothing more than your successes for God and Kingdom. Certainly He will bring you to the newness of tomorrow and as you arrive I will be applauding from the seat on the hills of the unimportant. Not to God but to the things of this world because I know that this life will end having served Him with all that I had and loving you the same.

Be powerful on your journey. Find hope in the King and each day look beyond the horizons for the wisdom He reserves there for you. I do not expect to be remembered fondly, but if that occurs I am a certain there will be some feeling of gratitude or completion. For this day I am thankful and the lessons that have set me free from my own foolish expectation. It is with great joy that I return to the position at which I am gifted the Boot Boy for the King.

And I should weep to activate a dire need to sensationalize reality, for what purpose? Are these words insufficient? Is there an AI ratio that deems my word usage somehow appropriate to my aspired ambition target? Am I no longer a man born to a situation, changed by his environment that now my conversation must be similar or pre-programmed to reach optimal AI efficacy? What have we given to achieve this hologram?

Must I replace a veil over my face to shield humanity from God’s Imago Dei, clearly indication in His reflection in my eyes, jaw and smile? We are seeking a position furthest from the light and then shining ever spot in the room upon the diameter of our crafted chest or waistline. How perfect must a perfectly created human become to be considered perfect to the alternate reality humans and digital magistrates who govern the new elastic definition of perfection?

Do I seek to stand in filth and mire praying for extraction? Am I hoping that my dilemma will make the evening news and somehow my effigy will be today’s example of blessed rebellion? What love have I given anyone else but self? What eyes have I helped to have spiritual awakening, not to plastic wisdom of men who shall forget all when faced with their own pleasure, but the awe-stricken enlightenment of walking and kneeling before God’s Throne?

I am sorry but I cannot pray that your will is achieved for it denies the absolute commitment to see God’s Will fulfilled through each of us, that includes you. There is no place for me in the annals of mankind’s glorification. No works shall be displayed of my wanderings to regale those to come after alerting them to the mastery of this human over the successes of lesser men. For all that I do is by Him, For Him and through His Power as I never had the capacity for miracle.

Does that disqualify me to walk the road of righteousness alongside man? That is so silly to imagine that a thing of God cannot be achieved because men have deemed it socially impractical or outside approval’s pale. There are many who ought reflect upon the estimable brilliance in their recent wisdom. For if I am given knowledge beyond the eyes of man and then consider myself somehow above, beyond or loose from the common sense that binds all of us, then I am to be esteemed no greater than another.

Too proud to fail. Let that sink in as you take another breath. Too hard to swallow. Tell that to a toddler with hands full of plastic toy parts. Why must we convince or muster up considerable self-deception to sufficiently steer our consciousness from potentially life-saving realizations? Why is a reprobate mind which cannot hear the Spirit preferred among the majority of mankind? We know that ignorance is nothing akin to bliss, why then is perpetual punishment and separation any consolation? I must ask what it is you seek?

My message may be insufficient or too complex/simple to capture your attention. That being said there must be someone to whom you would listen now that you have silenced God’s Holy Spirit. Where are you going that you must solely rely upon your own limited understanding or advice from those in whom you have placed sufficient trust? What’s your hurry? What’s at the end of this rainbow run? What would it harm you to wait upon meditative contemplation and reason?

Is it that life is so short that you cannot take a moment away from potentially consumed gusto or sensory stimulation? What is this hunger that drives you forward so harshly? Apparently some strange, impulsive task master with no patience. Have you had to lose all friends, family and colleagues to achieve this status or position? Do you find that you have disgust for those who do not agree with these pursuits? Who are your friends and what sponsors their love and loyalty?

What of the innocent guy or girl are they strongly repulsed in your presence or somehow dangerously drawn to your cavalier style and essence? Do opposites attract or will they become trophies in your I love me case? Is the world generally going in your favor, are you full off natural blessings or is all hard, you’re hard and everything you get you take by force, cleverness or fraud? There is always time to turn around that is if you start right now, air craft carriers take a long distance to turn a one eighty.

Moon, unwilling mirror of light cast upon the spinning pebbles in vacuum. Basaltic dusty collection of igneous rock, mineral and crust. What voice is found for men to hold as deity? Fickle in its reflection, half, quarter, slice, forcing gravitational rage upon madmen and casting tides inland and out. What lonely treasure welcomes thou?

Sun, molten fire of fission and helium. Lighting up the parsec neighborhood in the land that time will not forget. Particles, waves, seen and unseen bring life, warmth and another day. But still no worth in glory. Did not create nor destroy the universe only clearing universal cities in self immolation, denying escape while collapsing in upon itself.

Monument, set in place to provoke memory and tears. Concrete, no heart and little but asking for money and reminded of humanity found cast for centuries to govern hearts of men. Impervious to love and mercy, made in effigy of king, castle and fields of grain. immortalized for nothing but man to recall his past achievement, failure and dream.

Tree beholden to God and man. Torches lit, refuse collected and wealth of rain restored. The pleasures and duties of fruit, flight and axe only to be regarded as nymph, ent or wisdom’s repository. Equally disturbed by time and plight. Carved and shaped, burned to cinder, energy used for warmth and kitchen’s cook. What then would wood aspire to give from Hand of Glory?

Dirt, recipient of all blessing. Seed and fire, stone and gem. Waiting wonders of unwritten mystery. Displaced by time, water and wind, conforming to container. What fires have snuffed, what huts erected what farm’s provided in cotton, corn and cucumber, but still a mix of minerals and innocuous clay. What then to worship in this frozen, mud or traveled Earth?

Sky, expanse to set bird free. Envelope of fear and valor. No control for winds forgotten. Into which we seek flight and escape from rules of gravity and time. What counsels you to bring our breath? What oceans of gas become the pools of life? Why not water into which we float or swim, both encouraging life but neither inventing, containing or guaranteeing existence. For all the parts may not sustain only that which made and brings them together: Sun, stars, moon, stone, water and light all working together to reflect the love that gave them.

Have you seen the clean heart? Are you comfortable in your description? What is uniquely peaceful about a man set apart? Is fiction your frame or has reality given you evidence? How then was this accomplished? Was title earned or practice recorded in the seat of discipline and direction? Who led this cause for clarity, purity and separation from the taints of mankind? Is he bound for ports well entered or for regions beyond thought and vision?

What voice, word or wisdom guided his ascension? Was their physicality, geography or topography and physiognomy? Or simple purpose, reason and subsequent pleasure for having arrived at a place beyond ordinary? What reward sought he in efforts beyond himself? What wealth or shame clarified his vision? From where to where was he determined in travels? To what King did he pay homage or simply desperate and daft?

Surprise that we’ve joined him in congruent journey? To what do we attribute the change within our soul? What proclivity to purpose called us to the mountain contrite? What will overwhelmed our own? What called for our surrender? Did we pay the price on battle ridge, grieving at the merciless humanity? What was the contradiction that led our spirit’s mourn? Derision, acclaim, unity in objective and intent. Or just simple realization that the Truth has always been?

To the sweeter things; Love, Kindness and the Respect of elders and children, my allegiance standards bear. What in normalcy, rages platonic or symbolic, the blood bond of Saints holds treasure in Heaven above. There is no travesty too long that it may season improper the certainty of infinity. Hold on, no rather run I for the top of each mountain to clear altars pledged and children fed to the non existent promise of metal, sand and arbor gods. There is no help to come from those groves and mountain peaks. Oh, but the heaven’s promise and sing of hope, beyond the impossible doubt of calamity’s fame. Falter not one moment my heart for eternity approaches and upon horse following the Lord of Lords you shall witness the recognition of His Glory in the Valley of Jehoshaphat.

When angels wept, forever forward, they saw the majesty of God’s only Son. Seated rightly at the Right Hand of God making intercession for those who would never be worthy if not for His Love and Sacrifice upon a tree. What then amazes them still is that we grow in faith, enough to stand as Kin to King against all with whom they’ve struggled? Not to wage war as Angels thrive, but to proclaim the name of the beloved Son of Man whose name stands above their own. Please ignite the fires of hope and peace. Neither rage or fear rein in these kindled hearts born of flame of indwelling Counselor, Guide and Earnest recognition. Fear not the teeth that gnash and weep against God’s command, for they will toil and fester in the dark fires of Gehanna, forevermore. Mysteries, hidden no more.

In Keeping seen the harm of man’s desire to escape allegiance to Sovereign God in reverence. Breaking bone and bread with darkened hearts and fallen wonders to dream of Dominion, oppression and tyranny. The fault is chosen, the cross born that will find each knee bow before Righteous Judge to give them what they diligently asked of Him. Peace forsaken, Love forgotten and forgiveness fore-sworn for the promise of sins temporary elixir and a bonnet penchant for wickedness in despair, hate and arrogance. No sleep, no rest in death, no escape from the Master’s Power. To doom ascend ye. Found darkness filled with acrid fire and smoke to extend beyond forever. A pain that was dreamt, fought, yet sought as hunter seeks prey or night seeks tomorrow. Relentless pursuit of endless failure. Sparking to memory the need for love’s convincing warmth that they escape the self erected prison at the place Hades fears.

No child shall see those burning shores in pitch. The lap of God awaits their childish cheer and the joy of ever after. Glistening smiles as they think of nothing but Glorious Appearance and gatherings of all those ready to find Master. Being with Him forever. The cackling games of hide and seek wanting to be found in uproarious laughter and spontaneity. What further sands of time with castles built, by seas that never rage against the night or call home the souls upon its swell? And my eyes with no further tear as home and welcome hand greet me aspiring to breathe the free wealth of Heaven’s Family. To this Grace there is no other service contemplated, not even silver’s pile reflects choice in reason. To be dancing, singing, serving, breathing, learning, listening and waiting for the next thing the King will have to say.

What love is found evident in my prayers, words, actions and cares? Do I simply take and take the Love of God and never take the importance of delivering it freely to others as it was so preciously given me? What gain is theirs in self gratification even to the self importance of a high percentage of self focus? An Ambassador isn’t about self promotion or gain but representation of those who sent him. My power and authority resides in the Spirit’s direction to pave the way for the Kingdom of God and the Return of the King to rule and reign forever.

Yes, there must be wrath for the disobedience of Man before God, prompting and provoking His anger repeatedly, unthinkingly, self consumed in our quests and lusts. Of course there must be judgment and massive correction and dispensation of accountability to the promises He made with regard to our disobedience and departure from His Will. Yes, there will be separation for those who have requested it and those who have ignored God’s command to chose life through Christ. Yes, all of this must come to pass but then the judgment is final and all that belongs to Christ is gathered unto Him for everlasting life and reign of Peace and righteousness.

The man who loves God and His creation knows and contemplates all these things, making each step with consistent adherence to God’s will. He does not remain in fleshly self concentration but finds way to give compassion, love and care to all he meets. Taking special care to love and assist those dedicated to God in Christ Jesus. Knowing that this is God’s Greatest desire for mankind, to ignore self and make solid covenant, spirit and works to offer his whole heart to those whom God loves. He offers Grace to them, we offer the reflection of that Grace upon our own beings in transformation and execution. Many will struggle with how much to give and that is understandable for that is the struggle we face.

Who won in my personal battle to reflect the character of the King? Are those fruits He said would emanate from those sealed and faithful clear and evident in my life? Or do I stand an anathema to the Will of God, Almighty? Those who seek authenticity are likely demonstrating their knowledge that something is wrong in their walk. They do not know the spirit and want to follow some process to look and act as if they are well acquainted. We must surrender our self focus, our works, our efforts to reach heaven through being good enough. For Grace is gift, but a serious choice, for one having made that decision the Truth will be known in our walk. I don’t want to be like Jesus, I know that He will make me like Him. For these places are plateaus beyond my reach. These islands are beyond my rescue. These plains are in the depth of understanding beyond my worldly apparel. This place I AM going is only known to me through Father, Son and Holy Spirit. For they are Love Gift of the Great I AM. And I pray with all my heart, mind, soul and strength that I follow Him with all that I am everyday of this life and the next. In Jesus Name.

Almost, convinced that frequency and matter are interchangeable. Eager to dispense with the foundation and fly upon the sponsored wings of imagination. Arriving at a predetermined objective. Ignoring any counsel or evidence that contradicts. The passion and promised pursuits will alleviate our culpability. Accountability is mutable and simply within the doctrine of wavering ideas. We did not find our own way into euphoria but gladly accepted invitation.

Sad, leaning heavily upon stretched truth and twisted reason. Struggling to avoid the cost of poor thinking, we adjusted to shaming everyone to see the clothes that don’t exist. There are no battles left, for who fights for things they already imagine? Cloaked in self-absorption, no one stops to question why her dress is on fire and that all are staring into the weld. Love breads broad compassion and prayer for them who will never see the light of tomorrow.

In my repertoire I display the courage of ages stopping to admire my cowardice and countenance. How handsome my pastel hues, thinking myself admired by God and King. Of all things outside perception my figures and calculations made in hopeful error will be masterful in pronouncing my deserved judgement. Those who loved us warned that we should take the moments few to reconsider. Our ears were only rented by folly.

The days have arrived. Scant moments left to escape. Yet, most have been convinced they have achieved Nirvana or Valhalla. Sinews and falling cords of corroded hemp brush by as we climb to oblivion. No parapet, no castle walls, no minaret from whence to proclaim false victory. Screaming at heaven for never reviewing our cries and counting our obvious worth. Too close to Mars and descending quickly through fiery atmosphere. We are expelled.

Cling to the promise and hold to hope. Not in finding our own strength to man walls or stand up sturdy siege towers. For all must be lost to be gained. The ground gives way under our relented burden. In peace, resting, dancing, dreaming of landscape more beautiful than beheld in mind’s eye. We stand waiting for the cresting wave of unfolding eternity. Trumpet’s and Spirited calls beckoning our eyes renewed. To see beyond the realm of this world’s man.

How’d we know? Is tomorrow coming faster? All sighed deep with a hint of exasperation. Meaning well but hiding sorrow and love. Keeping ourselves safe from all the hidden nightmares. She said she would be Queen. Lowly bred, and lacking restraint I prefer to run sprightly sans towel. Than to stand trial for the things I barely thought about.

I never wanted crimson or purple shroud for I am comfortable with the dusty feet and burlap. Invited to the ball I would go for Divine intention but never once seek my place in public patio. August is a good month. For the wheat and the chaff must see clearly to the wind. This is the time of my countenance, character and subjection to the Holy Fire’s testing.

On good footing. No loose ground, except for the avenues of a mind prone to wandering thought. Control is humbling. No unbridled desires may be fed our found in a man’s mind intent upon perfection. The idol and idle pursuits led the greatest men into disaster and meager fulfillment of the promises that caught Heaven’s attention.

What does this mean to me? Not ears that will translate or perhaps pat me on head or shoulder. The tribal eloquence of Hebrew calls to something born deep within me. They understood the promise of fellowship and survival. Yes, by need but formed in the hearts of men who meant what they said and never said anything without sincere intent.

We are the hither man, gone from today and promised tomorrow. Stopped trying to belong among the bullets of fool’s order. This is not a place to accommodate the likes of me and you, but we are not here for place but for people. To them I cast my greatest effort and pray the hand of the King upon me to accomplish that which may only be done through living.

My flesh bids a thousand and one words. God bids silent, meditative discomfort, seeking His transformative peace. This reduction is always stirred with relentless or iterative quiet. Where is the benefit in abrasive pestering if not in the quest to be changed, renewed and made better this time round?

Running in circles the circumference of that which has been repetitive brings no ease. Yes there is ignorant bliss in meandering passed the same indifferent landmarks. In objective review what if anything but the same old thing has been accomplished or applauded? Rising bile, guile, ill advised tantrum and/or upset.

Robust in calamitous repeat. Same target, same ding of bell, same small stuffed prize. Calm is the prize never sought or most frequently relented for the opportunity to do it one more time. Catalyst must be willfully embraced, change must be undertaken to be accomplished. A man cannot be two people or in two places at once.

Cannot find the fear and trembling to amble this skinny road while seeking upset, delight or achievement in spirits otherwise. The only growth in union must be experienced, felt and remembered by both parties involved in each joyous predicament.

Burrs and blown sandals. The handful of sand inconveniently lodged in the crux that may not be ignored. When confronting oneself, special care must be taken to honest focus upon that which remains untested or transformed. My own bias though temporary presents the lasting details of deja vu.