A thousand and more things left on the grace of my forgiveness. Thankful to bet. In the bail of my regret, the bands and anchors torn asunder. Accounted my surprise to the depth in imagination’s folly. Leaving me hopeful of a certain tomorrow.

Inclined of appreciation. Fallen on remorse to remind myself of sorrow. Allegiant to demand, responding to apprehensive wrestling within the embrace of Almighty. Struggling in the wind of my remaking. Leaving me a dove of enlightened response.

Those prayers which sweep away the worry. Finding casual enslavement in loving repair. A response ungiven but stored in the bastion of those things never lived or frozen. In peace I find the counsel of latent wisdom. Looking out for my arrival.

Steps taken away, having never mustered counsel. Comfort in the orb of tears shedding misunderstanding and contrition. Before the throne of Grace, mercy and recreation, seed having found the soil it required. Leaving man born anew.

What new Earth may hold the great and fearful stars? Fallen to hard ground released in time and wonder. Heat and God’s good pleasure making masterpiece of thought and matter. Speaking words that time, gravity, space and life obey.