Safe and sound is seldom found for broad and potent wings shall cover thee. Harbor checked and feelings kept in winter the creaks reveal tempest rage. For together in the moment is a breath solemn provided. To quest for things beyond the love and vast hope of rings. Marries us to instance and episode.

Bedecked in merriment oft ill presumed folly. As tarpons and terrapins venture the vast and dangerous sands of waiting. We must return to the expansive assumptions of youth to temper them in experience. For tales told of old must be corrected in the sublime reason of today’s perspective. To be rekindled in magnanimity.

Too frequent in pulse and reverb to pause. To august for spring. To nonsensical for the comedic. Hope defiled by those lost in the turgid expectations of blasphemic importance. What reserve must be governed to release the dams of reason and encouraging festivity? What relief may be offered when no sustenance valued?

What prayers coat the waxen and the caustic? Who presumes to know things before revelation? In what manner may a man speak and reword the Divine without interpretation from the Heart and Spirit? When do batteries become irrelevant as they are tossed aside for internal verbiage and tranquility?

What powers the powerless? What fashion is so forward that it astounds and provokes? Who will stand in frailty before the passions of the innocent? Who will stamp out the light of praise and hope as all look to the sky expectant? What will stop the unstoppable and forgive those claiming to have that authority?

Who may be your King, someone in whom you have no doubt, disobedience or alternative? What is primacy? What is fixed and true? Do all things sway and vacillate in the universal understanding? Must we expect anchor, threshing floor or anvil from which all that is right may be constructed?

What is your Hopeful Truth?