To be with you in Jesus. The center of all hearts. So many falls and fails and walls to climb until then is now. Seeking transformation as a man walks each mile in hope. Breathing free the welcome sighs when time loses grip upon life. Cannot get right that which was never meant for mastery. Cannot become something outside of intention. The recipe is final, all roads lead to perfection through practice and promise. Relief is found in simple enduring pursuit and witness. Witness of winter’s watch and mountains egress to find moments with the maker. To feel that instant weight and burden are taken returned to rest and peace.

My dream welcomes those who hated, outside of thought, ritual and clashing reason. To feel the love that’s due them in their fashion. Don’t be so afraid. The darkness shouts so clearly to paralyze the joyful instant when courage inflames your passion to fulfill those things beyond you. Ride on until bottoms up and time is forgotten for the passing of sun and moon. Hold fast the world about your shoulders, keeping rhythm with the wolf, bird and forest. As they too await the coming to be recognized in the presence of dawn. Do not fight except for room to stand, singing bright against the windwatch. As night calls open to the torches.

They will get so close yet know the distance beyond recovery. No humility to find the will to ask for change. Not simple moves to modify our counsel, but renewal, remaking in the Fire Baptism of heavenly labor. What manly thing may enter gates beyond the scope of senses impure? What lash may hold a man’s soul to grounds and air refined by the will of time and God? Holy Ground Son. Holy. To be found listening to silence so deafening it restores a man’s contrition. Negotiating just for footfalls or crossed legged position at the base of ocean’s template. In length’s of burnished brass and glass they assemble peering downward.

Praying for the collision of now and everlasting. Praying for the melding of Sovereign and Temporal elation. Praying for the innocent and evil that they be wrapped in covenant’s blessing having given up the sword and riven heart. Replaced with comfort found only in purpose beyond the quest of mortal desire and leather satchel. These things remain beyond my scope and reason. Why many know the peace to which God leads them yet they replace it with years, eons, and countless age of war, pain and pestilence. Hoping the skirt the rules, boundaries and intentions lain out for all to make their paths right, true and virtuous.

It has always been about you. Why then in simple wishful thinking do you seek your name in each line? As if to find validation in the mention. What passion fills the hearts of princes and priestess, but to kneel together before the sandals of the one who gave us freedom? What greater inclusion than to be within the body, loved by all and God directed? I do not hope for anything in this world to give me reason or fulfillment, only that I may share the love He has scripted on my heart. Walking when running is not sensible and on the charge when sundown will leave us breathless. To sit alone in peace upon the hill as together we listen for God’s quiet mention of each name.