Out over promontory. Reviewing the revelatory glory of God’s face in all creation. It shines so brightly that I am forced to shade my face. In the cool of midday the future bids respect. Whatsoever comes is neither fated nor separated from choice. Each of us is integral to the reality we face. For the separation comes hereafter, also by choice.

Flower, friend or facing fear. Though seemingly alone we have been left enough room to make decision. Knowing well discernment rooted in wisdom’s hope. Comfortable lodge with smokeless fire and companions. Reminded that freedom erects the light of ferocious living. Appeased by nothing living in the gifted peace of a loving King.

Long time passing summers preparing for the tireless cold. Not so old that love tarnishes the smile on the corners of her eye. Twinkling daydreams and nights free from salty tear. Left alone to reason and plannings moor. The poor evoke the discipline to endure throughout circumstance and find faith in the challenge of captivity.

Inclined to the whispers within my inner ear. Telling the chilling results of scientific indifference. When all things matter the choices as result are perhaps our greatest treasure. When standing at the foot of yonder mountain. One’s prayerful worship brings joy or seasoned longing. All together too soon we are gathered at the summit resolved.