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.