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.