Worthy of saying. Maximizing return naturally, purely, with rhyming songs and hope filled smiles. In all aspirations seeking those things beyond the bullet points. To show up in the daylight perpetually making each moment sharper, better, more fulfilling for all involved.

What is conjured out of truth? What magics are found in listening to that quiet voice? What personal gain comes as validation for life well lived? These are not blessings of the pocket, purse or accounts in envy. These are the treasures of the heart, mind and relationship.

Into quicksand I am delivered. Not that I would be accustomed to paralysis and fear, but that I would pass beyond them. Cumbersome, overwhelming and exhausting this crushing weight that would own my heart and head. Only illusion as I was never issued either.

Feet, planted soundly, reflecting solid ground, drives away the shaky legs of men who fear falling. Whispers of unholy men seeking assistance from the shadow are heard as rivers run dry and clocks tick toward midnight. In prayer men find themselves without want and pride.

Mercy is never forgotten, shame leaves upon forgiveness. Cleansed of feelings, thoughts, actions and doubt. Freedom is about the absence of controlling interests. For they continue to hammer home that surrender to the warden brings eternal servitude. Not so well said.

This is volunteer work, but conscious understanding in sobriety the gravity of freely serving the Sovereign, Maker, the King of Everything. I am neither destitute nor diminished but adopted by someone who should by all rights never even know or speak my name.