Look right through the window of me. No substance, curse or repository of wisdom. Simply an incandescent pylon bending and bearing the lights that shine through the prism leading viewers to focus upon that which resides beyond.

Is this escape or dungeon to not be seen by those in passing? This is greatest form of being alone when failing the recognition of the body that surrounds. Almost as if set in another dimension where touch, sound and hearing are restricted to like wave forms.

Looking past the plight of understanding. What are miracles but power and energy beyond the temporal significance. This mount upon which we stand is neither mapped nor present in the world of men, but set apart for worship, fellowship and presence.

Any pain found in my own clutching hand and heart. Holding fast to the things I no longer possess in focused ambition. This freedom is a hard lesson but the promise of rewards beyond my mortal thinking. Finding passages unlabeled in the darkness.

I cannot know the mind of God though he stands before me. Is this the shared suffering of living a life that has already expired? Is this measure of separation the greatest gift given unto the living that they may reside outside the worried world and give great love from beyond?

Accepting simply the walk in promise of ignorance’s removal. Predestination for adoption into inheritance I barely comprehend. All the wonders of an imagination yet to receive the base componentry of allegria found in joyful recognition of the place I have arrived.

Dare to dream. Let go the pain. Remember belief and recognition is where relationship with God begins. No more left to fate but resting in promise. My duty to admit and understand that which remains beyond the cusp of my weakened capture.