Alone in my own version of the universe. Thinking that I distinctly heard mention of my name. Standing against the winds and sand-blown assaults, torture for my skin and eyes. But this is not the day for which I was sent, nor the time of my return. My feet feel firm, so I will stand some more knowing that this is not a miracle of my own interpretation. Nor may I muster or manage the talent necessary to turning this curve on a dime in time for the massive successes. My failures will suffice for in the darkest night the light promises to evade them.

Tired but not the exhaustion of a man lost with no air to breathe. I smell the sweat soaking through my flannel. Thinking once again that a whisper called to me by name. What’s left of rife and plunder? What promises shield me from the caustic dawn and the wars that break by morning? What hope carries me forward to take the hills an valleys while somehow knowing that these times are not my end? The prayers are offered for the dying and the fearful. Knowing that God has heard their pleas and has made a way of escape or earned judgment.

Is love absent the hand that rocks to heart of those pent to conquer? Is rage my king? The broken slurs leave my lips as the axe buries deep enough to tear a moon from its orbit. Attending to the dreams and cares wishing the children long days of the Lord’s good pleasure. Each day a measure of the faith I carry forward. Believing when there is no account for those who refuse surrender. This is not a daydream nor nightmare to torture our regretful hearts. We wake from dreams relieved to find the damp air still whistles. And to our planting the remains of logic, emotion and fears we still remember.

This is the night of our successes. Knowing no freedom or the wanton expression of self mastery. We obey the tide and fight the gravity against our massive understanding. So willing are those waiting to take flight and preach the gospel of their own interpretation. Fashioning truth from paper and righteousness from pain, they adore the moments when life feeds them. Adorned in doubt we forgot that God always turns our efforts to good outcome. So we kidded ourselves that so many years awaited us beyond the victories of tonight’s clash. We knew hope and cared not wear our head’s find rest.