In the eye of my mind. Small symbols and large places. Walking until tired, I remembered to look into the needs of those wondering. Following the lights I found my way into the end of darkness. Shaking hands with midnight it felt good to think about the coming of dawn. In pleasure we discussed the treasures of our founding and walked the windows into yesteryear.

Some days the colors are the most important. Some nights its the whispers, quick thinking and songs that light the shadows. Keep some of it away. For it is good when boundaries are consistent and respected. Farming is a discipline of wakefulness, good health and a sound understanding of provision for tougher times. Songs stand out when sung in the flickering light of bonfire.

Weakness. Strength being shape in the rock house of today. Footfalls and linear scope, putting all things in to perspective from the barrel of randomness. By next week we will want to remember and fail to recall what we expected to be unimportant moments. Feeling sick for sec. Looking to the stars I remembered how wide it all is and sat down to ponder how small I really am.

Perhaps, this is the day that find the gateway to inevitable freedom. Perhaps this is my second to last breath. Taken. Not found without sound and trumpets flaring in the parapets of Heaven. I reached for the unreachable and found that it was always within my grasp as long as I asked God for provision. I promised silence to the day after and it reminded me after hearing me bellow at the night.

Some things were made to be left alone. Especially in the thoughts of children. Walking with the philosophers having that age old argument and the foundation of man’s floundering will. We point the sky and think that some how we made it because we can see it shine and shimmer above. I have no such self delusion but know that deep within my DNA, heart and mind God exists waiting for me to be ready.