In Brilliance Father show me the light of those things beyond the closed doors that no one may open. I want to hear your voice clearly in the dawn, midday and dark of dream. Unfolding walls concealing the fields beyond, colored by pageant hues my mind presently may not conceive. May the understanding and perspective focus upon this world be one taken from a parsec away, washed in the light of dwindling suns.

Must I suffer my own ignorance, ignobly for a long season of deprivation? Looking into a lens darkened by the reprobate thinking, absent resolve and logic unavailable to my frailties? May the firing line be clear, targets measured and known and aim certain. Waste dissolved in the appropriate and confident application of gifts, clarity and reason.

Let none pass who do not sense, feel or know your Love through me. May my words be solid in their healing and encouraging nature. May the ground rise to meet my feet as I rush along the skinny path as time seeks entropy toward your renewing ends. Let me support not convince or order. Let me imbue not seek to manipulate. Let me forgive never holding back the soft, quiet reliance upon the beauty of so doing.

To west I go not because the dawn or man’s voice bids me, but as the setting of sun finds its rest. Tomorrow is not a day but an outlook upon unfolding purpose. For in our budding we know the flower arrives in due day and season. When things occur in mystery having been presented not pursued then and only then do my feet feel at home with life. Waiting for the things unknown to be revealed in timing undetermined by catalyst or worry. Finding my way to the foot of the throne in peaceful repose before God’s waiting feet.