In the spirit of Abraham, I pray perfect hearing and response to go wherever I am guided. Lord refine my faith that there is no doubt remaining, that I may trust with all of my heart.

Let my every answer be as Isaiah, “Here I am Lord send me”. Let each of these remaining days I have been so graciously given be filled with expected and effective divine opportunities.

Allow me to have the obedient and repentant heart of David asking before and after taking any action to remain consistent within Your Holy Will and not my own. Let me stay my heart.

Father, let me never go astray to the right or left but ever forward into righteousness. Let me never simply guess at the purity of my heart or actions but see You reflected in all that I do.

May boldness be found only when speaking your Word, defending the innocent or standing my ground unafraid of the hapless fiery darts aimed to make me buckle to enemy threat.

Father give me wisdom when necessary but never enough to shoulder the burden suffering the praise of those who would have me vulnerable to pride of wandering lions seeking my destruction.

Let me speak truth especially when a lie would free me the price of my own poor character, desire to be seen larger by those offering attention or when telling that lie leads to further trespass against You or those I love.

Lord let me stand against the encroachment of darkness. Let it never rule our hearts. May Your Holy Fire and bright light of Jesus shine bright from my heart, mouth and thinking.

Twilight, eyes struggling to focus in the coming low light. Majesty and promise, the hope of the unfulfilled, ironing out the doubtful wrinkles in bodice. What performance protocols and richer science then the voice of a Word, creating, appending, gathering all things to their origin and beyond their ending?

We are esteemed of no rapport, joyous in the troublesome, reluctant few, standing upon guarantees that most would ignore. These days refined in the fires of a rebirth set to clockwork as time heard first clicking moments. What pray you to? Forbear the swallows in migration and willing apostrophes.

Beyond the reach and hope of twinkling starlight. In the fiery eyes of loved and the begotten prince. Flames beyond swell overwhelming horizons with bold, engulfing, consuming torrent, as in floods against the walls and prison’s capture. Counting chrysanthemums adorning tomorrow’s, parlor procession.

Call the roots of space to gather unfolded, showing borders and regions dimensionally concealed. Wrapped around the beacons and rods of time. Infrequent joy, tapping out the smiles and swords of gravity’s fatness. Mass and measure incumbent to the petulant, we find fragility in man’s reason.

Fallen to what lower lands and dungeon? To await some testimony or judgment everlasting. Into the copse of shyly secured evergreen. Escape, found, not wanting by the ark of Covenants sworn upon by something beyond whispers and promises. Frail works and untested foundations, soft breast revealed.

Upon the sword of my own misspent words, claiming reason and excuse, when I failed to believe in destiny and embrace regard for truth. Not the imagined scenes of mindful creation, the things traveling well beyond grasping grip of outstretched palm and finger. I scrape at prism’s, light and dust.

I honor your choices. You can hate me, so many do as I continue to treat them with kindness, hope and love, which remains God’s Command and my Choice.

This is not easy being turned away, ignored, ridiculed, demeaned and even sitting in the contempt of those who have chosen the same commands. It is sad to see, but also scriptural.

That difficulty perhaps is the miracle that God will overcome and in so doing heal my mortal wound. I will not take on the burdens of unforgiveness that limits you in your quest for peace.

Walking uphill, backwards while striking my knees with a switch is not the life God promised. My self justification through masochistic atonement is entirely my own inability to forgive, even me.

I have forgotten more than I can recall, especially the deeds of my mortal self that God has forgotten and washed me clean. Faith is many things but it is not a commitment of convenience.

Faith means, even in doubt you quest in prayer to have God remove that doubt or practice that you may be perfectly aligned with His Will not the deceptive nature of self worship.

If you claim I am looking down upon you perhaps you have chosen me as the scapegoat of convenience upon which to project your own self loathing or misunderstanding of redemption.

This is not a game. I am not here to ridicule you. If you don’t love me that’s okay, If you must hate then that too is painful but still okay. This is after all about a Choice, that God has given you to make.

I cannot empower, encourage and council you to make that choice and that accept that you have made that choice which places me in derision. My job even in hate still remains Love.

It’s Okay.