Not saddened as the man in woolen hat, the smell of wet sheep and weeping grasses by the pond. Nor the dismal realization of winter’s frost upon this aged heart. The spark is lit and though a small flame coaxes the fire’s life, the promise of warmth, hope and comfort has beaten back the talk of ice and buried life beneath it.

No numbness upon the tip of finger or in the back of sullen mind. No fear of death as its sting is left upon the field’s above Golgotha. We may not be finished but the battle for everlasting was won and now we no longer fear the dark of night nor the shortness of our coming existence. All seeds have been promised rebirth.

These are the days of eternal Spring even though most have no cause to embrace new life. What is done has been done and we must always reflect, absorb and counsel in the midst of our decisions. That which resides beyond mountain’s curve is the truth in contemplation. It is for the mysteries that I live, having accepted the courses of reality.

What gift my words produce, what change my quiet council brings, what love is seen and accepted as genuine these are the whispers of remembering. Do men trust me, do children seek my protection and women have no fear against me? There is no reward but to be seen by the living as a man that will go on living in Christ Jesus.

Nothing may be taken from me that He esteems as truth. Clutch not the brutal things of men seeking point to place incisor. There are no cauldrons of wants and wishes brewing in the backyard of my intention. No spell to raise spirits and command that you follow the burdens of my commandment. Freedom is just that to do as you or God has bidden.

There are no rules or pursuits I have directed. Only God commands mine is only mentioned in hope that you heard and are driven, guided and led by All that God has given. For what promise may I give of eternal life but to repeat that which first arrived on hallowed ground to men only worthy as I by the gift’s of God’s provision.