Push back upon the wind and it will recognize you belong, no longer bullying but propelling your vessel forward. Ask questions of the night, revealing its misgivings, tortured by what the light reveals of its fear and perspicacity. Write visions upon the arch ways of time asking that it remember your passing leaving it aware of potency in the temporal.

The way lies ahead, never to the left or right for these are the frailties of the unsure. Rocks do not simply fall allied to gravity or ambition, they stand in permanency to tell all of the Promises understood through lens of time, travel and temperance. What unlocks the doors and passions of men who would venture into world’s yet ventured?

Predators foretold by their path one foot upon the other, eyes set upon prize and prey. The peaceful men never frightens the doe in quest to achieve objective, but builds an aura of protection and lack of threat to innocence. Men stumble in likeness of God when they become the hunter revealing a lack of nuance and over motivated desire for Dominion.

I am not here to master the things of God but to surrender to my acknowledged understanding that the virtues of the Most High are only found in the spaces beyond my ending. What man will find the treasures at quest’s resolution when the starting blocks are yet located and preparation for life’s journey yet undertaken?

Learn that which is necessary for clever is the rodent who simply seeks to outsmart food’s owner. The Patient product of performance is found in the practice of the prudent art of quickening and structure never captured as the night falls around the world. The revelations in splitting light and recording the shadow of objects beyond distance.

In their tedium we find the majesty of love. For what boring man is welcomed or announced at party without amassed; wealth, understanding, commerce or charm? No one waits upon a prophet when their are sinful calls to revel and perform the rituals of sorcerers gathering. They will even ask the dead about a God of the Living.

Inclined to believe that we’ve seen it all when this is nearly the beginning. Anticipating those things that my mind concocts in its own immaturity and ignorance. For man can not imagine the things in store for his Salvation and the concept of eternity evades us in our understanding.

You no longer amaze me in your rhetorical testing of God’s Patience. Challenges all authority in expectation that somehow by some limited stretch of imagination I may achieve some measure of escape from His Will set before me. No, there really is only one way out of this.

In the archive of possibility the mind bends to accommodate the curves in time’s dimension, wrapping around to confront me in base recognition. The only modality available is the death of perception and anticipatory planning. For nothing conforms to my leverage on the real and hazardous.

We esteem many days too soon, believing that the next year’s celebration resides just around the bend in guaranteed administration. My fists clench around the wind as everything dissolves in the belly of my inadequate animalism. I simply could never know without seeing.

What creature bears me aloft? What frame of reference gives my psyche grounding when everything is Morpheus for malleable? To assume the colors of rainbow yet seen and walk on ground made of air seeing through titanium while dreams become real as we find our way homeward.

This day is all I have and even then there are no rules, certainty or surety but that found in Sovereign promise. All others ply and scramble even in divination to simply find themselves present at the shooting of scenes yet recorded. Am I to add caption to conformity or subtitle to moment’s arrival?

What encumbers and threatens man in burden of powerlessness when he realizes the ground of his footing has always been illusion? Characters impotent in the story they thought themselves written? Seeking purchase with no coin, thoughtless with no ground for faith in self.

Yet, here is the return to plausibility. That within a play taken from the mind beyond the realm of abject understanding there stands a man invested by surrender. A man who by the shear unimaginable act of giving up all courage has found more than all men may assemble. Not of self but of Him.

This window looks back upon me, frozen in the complexity of ideas I cannot venture to times that are recorded yet to happen. Folded over in space and punched through dimensions that only wormholes recognize. To emerge on the other side where nothing existed until this very moment I became.