To dust the Sun oh rolled up moon. In splinters the shattered plans and expectations of mankind. By God’s interest our folly removed. To think that my choices mattered in consequence as the honor and glory of Covenant revealed as Truth.

All man will have their character shown brightly in the dark of day. Lighting the way for the recovery or leaving souls to falter in the moist afternoon winds of failure. All men deliver or rebel. Finding their places in destiny or disharmony in the curse of death.

These dreams ask of your whispered intent. Far too long they have sailed against the wind and sands of time. Parked diligently in the reeds to watch as everything transpires in timely execution of what they think they were meant to be doing.

So strong the song of men giving all to see the young live free. More than sated their hunger for knowing that the right thing had been done. Not simply in choice or sought safety but the payment that makes all others dwindle in measure and comparison.

The brigand heart lost as something unsuitable for reason and maturity. No character lacking as provision made and protected by a heart that has been renewed. Not by time or pondering in deep vales of wine and pleasure but investment in eternity.

It always matters what lies ahead but not so much in fulfilled plans or expectation but rather mystery revealed by the aspirations of sovereignty and will beyond mine own. Leaving to I push the realms and bend the slopes of gravity and time to reach a place I perhaps had always known.