Requiting love, only sought when theft in trust beyond reason. Nothing to borrow bright or bold, leaving no heart preparing for hot south wind in desertion. Confirming what has been shown through will and works. There is no other path than obedience as choice. No food but to do the Will of the Father and find unending power in practiced performance.

Remanding ourselves to whispers, followed without remorse or reciprocity. Ropes tightly wound not to bind the fools of fashion but to anchor the drafting vessel moored to landing. In promise what cause in found to hope for better understanding. The food and drink of men no longer lost in the decadence or labyrinthine quest to find the center of the universe.

Freedom, gift given drags no lassos in its wake. No snares or honeyed words of unseen horizons or depths of magma too hot for peace to prosper. Left by the mortal glut of will to guarantee that which is yet foretold or seen. Into false hope they sell their wares. Childish retreat or succor of moms who would not care for the tears of their young.

In aspiration all find the empty pales and wind-scraped ashes of fires gone forever. So few will remember the admonition in God’s warning. Do not depart from seas so slumbered or valleys protected by peaks soaring to the heaven’s. To discover the spent wicks of candle lit dreams and desire for something beyond righteous imagination.

To the camel proclaim your knowledge of walking in the sun beaten madness of golden yearnings. Set in trance to dance and sing to midnight or the sated moon that has never known tear or raindrop. Into what regiment are enlisted the men who knew not pleasure of their Fathers? Only to find that dreams are never enough to build castles to sky and heaven.