The tell tale romance of man with his story. Told as elder to wide-eyed waiting youth. Himself the center of a carefully designed universe meant to elevate and encapsulate the glory of fiery persona. A hill upon which he could never fail, as if growing directly from the ground and flying through the windy seeds of whirling clouds.

Masterful, intentional, irredeemable by quest or understanding. When paupers wrote of heroes, moored in the memories of mind and deed. He pronounced his name so slowly neatly sown to the tapestry remanded for cold castle walls of centuries passed. Nothing but time owned his mortar and gravity gave him respect.

In mercy’s hope he repelled to low hanging window, chancing a glimpse or wink or just be known. In the dust covered barn yard animals waited. Some skyward facing others bowed in humble majesty of moments intensified by repeated fables come true. Relaxed in the revelation of his loose grip upon sovereignty.

Standing or kneeling before the origin of all, words were unnecessary and love unfamiliar, yet it seemed now his only weapon or offering. What dance, song or dream would appropriate, he was undone. The robe meant to keep him warm, an offense as this child lay in straw before him. It found its perfect place to wrap the swaddle.

No thought left standing, all naked, not hiding in pride or lust for bounty but remade in root, branch, and fruit for eternity. They spoke and sang and gave recounting each day grander than the last. Trying to retell each minute detail to stretch the mind’s eye of all who listened. It never grew old this blessing, a collection of moments meant only for beloved.

Yet, all were welcomed this night, this holy night of exoneration, joy and hope as rain falls on windy mountain the quiet calm of hearts stood awe-stricken. The donkey’s cry made somber. The men brought to supplication and calm. Something than the choir of banded angels. To speak into life that the light had finally come to all.

We’ve known that a time approaches where the powers that have worked Dominion for their own choosing would rise through deception and disinterest to orchestrate the creation of a global government, interfaith and commercial Empire. For those courageous or situationallly aware humans willing to admit the season, all know that we have arrived.

Men with power, money and a following seek something other than God’s Will for mankind. They are sufficiently convince and deluded to the notion that somehow they may disobey, avoid or ignore God’s commands and prophesy and alter creation to reflect their own image, not that of Imago Dei. They don’t want to look or act as God they want to replace or be their own god to the detriment of all those unfortunate enough to fall within their sphere of influence.

The dilemma is not what may be done about it for it may not be avoided, ignored or denied any longer for the hunter always comes for the prey. In a worldly competition for assets we are unfortunately seeking to consume some of what they desire and that makes us the enemy simply by needing to survive. We are the filthy eaters that divide, diminish and compete for all that they may own and control.

The joy of mankind’s struggle is that God has already foretold the end and the outcomes for mankind. Not to establish fear as the guiding principle or doom as our outlook but to encourage those who will have faith in Him and the solutions that are already in place to an assured eternity. That simply demands and requires belief. So it is the belief and reliance upon a God we cannot see if we are not looking to provide for a future that is visibly threatened by those who proclaim or deceive humanity into believing they are in power.

Certainly, those who make trillions of dollars to some extent are in control of the physical assets of our continued health, wealth and human maintenance. We cannot eat vapor or dreams and those with children rationally understand that water, clothing and a meal do not simply provide themselves and those in power who claim philanthropy have now been determined to have their own interests at heart in the transfer of wealth to the needy.

What we can do we are reluctant to undertake; surrender, prayer, gratefulness and Trust in God to provide, protect and fulfill promises that we must hold as guarantee against the lust of men to become their own gods. It is not that we deny them the right to be that self-oriented or fulfilled but it is impossible to worship them and look to man for our fulfillment without taking our rightful eye from God.

See, the cat always comes for the mouse. Especially, as populations grow when the assets to feed the cat appear/actually are scarce. For then, men are forced by their own perception and heart to make a decision driven by what they say governs all humanity; survival of the fittest. We unfortunately, perhaps judiciously are now ruled by men of this predetermination.

To them no amount of land, money or future’s leverage will give them peace for they have none. We are a threat, whether real or perceived to the continued and perpetual increases that to which they aspire. This is why mankind must reach a point of leverage upon known assets/answers to arrive at our current predicament. As Jesus prepared to ascend He told His disciples that they would always have the poor but that He was leaving and to cling to that scarcity of Christ.

What you do with your last sack of grain and the last drops of water is how you view the importance of humanity, whether as a challenge to personal ambition or as members of God’s Family for whom He has promised to provide. Do we view/deal with humans through the lens of Christian faith or as threats to our own fulfillment of internal drives and desires? That is a very tough question and will rarely if ever be asked in public setting for most people do not want you to know their answer.

The hunter will always come for the prey. That is until the Father, Provider and Source of Human Hope, Forgiveness, Peace and Life has returned to fulfill all promise. Can You Endure for it will certainly test your desire to consume others to get what the Me desires? We have reached a wonderful time that demands an answer to this question of Who each of us worship; Whether God and His promises or self and our bellies, plans and scarcity valuation?

Visions, opinions, vastly different descriptions of Earth, Sky and Heaven. What is it that we really want out of this life? Like it or not, believe your experience unique, there still remain a limited number of options to finish a set of challenges over which you have little time to prepare. None of us paupers in the talents and gifts department which, surprising in itself means that there is some management insight or thorough understanding of the requirements.

Many defer to the use of the name architect. Duly recognizing their penchant for technology or scientific scholarship, even acknowledging the liberal role of arts and imagination. Yet, this presents dilemma surrounding the recognition and existence of a set of plans, a rolled scroll of evidence necessary to admit an author by rummaging, analyzing and recognizing the careful crafting of each specie. Never surrendering to the fact that all this may have taken seconds.

Let’s for acknowledgement sake say this life, however long or short is the end of each existence or even the opposite that we are cast into a set of learning lives, each ending in a recycle. Does that show some faith in a designer or is it simply a mindless set of proteins caught in a controlled loop sponsored by interactions of matter? Would that be wonderful to have a nearly infinite chance to make and redo each of our mistakes, loves lost or missed opportunities?

It still maintains that at the end of that prescribed, unled or managed cycle it simply ends without a judgment, without a plan without a plateau predefined at which our lives are forfeit. Or does it in fact simply imply that there must be a judge, that this judge is beyond the time limits of mortality as He/She/It must be present when you have “finished the cycle”, met the criteria or played out your offering of available practice lives? Who decides try as you might you will never make it.

And what of the goodness quotient that is arbitrarily assigned by man deeming himself capable of saying we deserve the hereafter? How many are self justified or caught in the vortex of works hoping at the end to here the buzzer or bell sound deeming us good enough for afterlife? There are so few options I sympathize with the enemy’s dilemma. Denying imminent judgment, leaves a narrow prospectus of opportunities for completion of elevation. In fact assigning a level of achievement leads to the same quandary in each life. How much is just enough?

The only rational design, assuming their is a designer is for the designer to either establish the measure of goodness up front if in fact that will be the sole deciding factor or to remove self achievement as criteria for advancement. If I can never do anything to earn my way then I am forced immediately into a path of relationship that includes my maker in each day I live. For if He/She/It is the only one to determine my qualification then I must keep that perspective clearly in my sights that I remain on the right path.

Additionally, we must reconcile with the meaning of the impossible and the limitations of talent, time, treasure and technique available to man to overcome those issues beyond mortality. For example, when the wages of a single sin is death, then I can never pay that debt as it will demand my end in earning it. This makes tremendous logical sense when dealing with Divinity. The designer must see the value in forgiveness and provide an avenue to wave, cancel or pay that sin debt being the only one capable of achieving the impossible.

As well it must be done either in magnanimity or expectation of some asset creation in the process making it worth while to remove/pay the debt that no man can afford. It immediately leads the creation to know something of their creator. For it raises the immediate question of why the Creator would consider this process beneficial to either party when it appears so one sided. Worse yet it calls into question the idea of being reincarnated as even greater nuisance, having to maintain a Godly patience level commensurate with each person achieving fulfillment. And what of the slow learner?

No the only path forward is a correction of the path behind. That, having already been acknowledged as impossible debt for temporary man to pay, then two things become crystal in clarity; one God wants us to complete the path only He can achieve and two, since He gets to set all the limiting ranges or criteria it is only something we get to choose solely based on the regulations He prescribes. To end the Debt we need God’s power, to get to the hereafter we need that debt paid in this lifetime, we cannot do it ourselves and are fully dependent on God’s determination of our worthiness.

Let’s say for the sake of understanding that He already published and declared all the parameters and ranges of performance/choice for all to know? He has clearly shown and made known that to break the bond of this temporary life we must be found consistent with those per-determined directions. And furthermore He has made it entirely based on surrender, humility, faith and obedience to those parameters. Then He has established that there is a time limit that no one but He knows so that each of us must be mindful of making that decision with ample time remaining.

Then as a twist of disobedience each person suffers the Loss of that clarity leaving them turned over to make up their own version in substitute. And left over time to this imaginary existence they are completely turned over to the sinful state from which only His Plan may release them. And all the time there are those of each belief parameter, some believing themselves worthy of near infinite reincarnation to have multiple attempts at getting works right, other believing themselves good enough or will achieve that arbitrary goodness that they themselves have determined or their idol policy demands.

See how messy it becomes. The only cleansing grace that the Holy Spirit provides the sole voice outside of published scripture notifying people of the invitation to accept the gifting. This explains our world and the environment/fields ripe and ready before our vision. All are offered, all are worthy, none have to achieve either through works or repetition. The simplicity of design is its complexity. That all we have to do is accept a gift to get the greatest reward any of us may achieve in temporary existence. Yet, we want to rescue complexity from the simple being able to feebly and briefly say that we did it our own way.

Not about what I want Lord, I have disobeyed, willingly ignored as if I didn’t hear or know your commands and dishonored your name by my prideful sins throughout this life. Even now standing in the Good Courage of Your Holy Spirit, I must admit my lack of readiness for your presence. Please forgive me, instruct me, allow me the opportunities to choose right over wickedness and Your Will over my own.

This shame was made for me to wear, though even now I know that I will be washed clean of memory and guilt, I respect this pain as it reveals how much I hate offended You Father. In My moments before learning and making change let me reside in the full soul pain of my error that I may remember until necessary the dishonor to Father and Family. I am not that man anymore and don’t ever want to be again.

Grace is not exception of excuse for unGodly behavior of worldly will and impulse. You clearly did not give me this gift that it may cover my sin in continued expression but that it would cover me in Christ’s righteousness that I may be forgiven and remain in Your Presence. This time in the world is precious that I may find shame in what I do and joy in what I do not. After all this is the one chance I have to be conformed to the image of Jesus.

Desperately I want to get it right. Having done so much wrong in the past and even now continuing to err or omit in sin it is my lasting desire to be free of the pestilence and offal of man’s desire. My tears are for humanity to live absent the sins of mankind and our collective/individual past. To live truly as a family in forgiveness and without regret. For none have fallen short and all may remember and understand the pain that You must feel.

Father, I know that I have upset probably more times than is possible to recall. I not only ask forgiveness but sanctification to end this ridiculous process that hurts everyone. Perhaps I should rejoice in this pain as it is the only way and perhaps the evidence of Your Love just as Joy is the evidence of Your Holy Spirit? I certainly do not know everything right now, but this I do know that I want to get it right tonight.

Anticipating the directions God may lead in the coming days. This ministry needs a fixed home port of departure and return, not something that requires maintenance, rents or the exact bills that compete with ministry dollars every month. This ministry requires the readiness flexibility to go when and where the Holy Spirit directs rapidly departing and returning on His Planning and Schedule. It must be in a secure building where ministry supplies and living accommodations may maintain in dry standing for the length of each mission. This small RV is in most ways sufficient but lacks the storage which must be paid for on a monthly basis again creating the wrestling match for limited finances.

The options are clear and the requirements rational and realistic. As I continue to age with no standing legacy it is clear that my capacity to travel God willing will carry endemic challenges that must be accepted and accommodated. Having existed without healthcare for over twenty years is doable but requires a clearer focus on holistic living, eating right, exercising and maintaining peak health baseline as the environments into which I am injected are never healthy. As my veteran’s status is the only pathway to healthcare I must be located in an environment that wherever I go experiencing the flexibility of local care is not only an option but verified with the VA.

Praise Your Holy Name. May Your Will alone be accomplished through any surplus or shortage in conduct of This, Your Ministry. May my Words be consistent with the Bible Truth and may the words of my mouth be tempered, righteous and gentle. We both know Father that this is where I receive the greatest chastisement from my Loving Father. As the World Winds Down Lord may I find a body of believers consistent with Your command for the Body of Christ. May I serve them and in so doing serve You as we sharpen Saints, Conduct this ministry and edify the Body of Christ. Father I am not wanton and know that You will always give me or take from me those things alone that I am meant to have for Your Good Purpose. May my heart always be filled with joy whichever confronts this Shepherd. May I only be alone as You direct, not as my own defense or heart choice, for Your Word says this is not good.

Considering this criteria in my prayers the following is what I ask of God and know that He will always provide something beyond my own imagination. I need a building, covered site with security fence and people living there to keep an eye out for the RV as I lock and leave it to go on missions. Christ is coming back soon. I will allow each of you to define soon in your own vernacular understanding as it is for each of us to determine our own essential readiness. Father God, I need to find the minimal rent, gift or joint ownership of property allowing this Pastor to come and go as You Command. I need Electric, Water, Internet, Sewer and Gas connections that may be maintained in periods of departure and return. Lord I stand in good courage that You will provide for all of my needs in Your Riches and Glory in Christ Jesus. May You attenuate my limited planning and imagination.

Lord please direct and provide for Divine Opportunities to include those that give me work to pay for ministry along the way fully knowing that the relationships will be for Your Good outcomes. We are entering a time where people, PRAISE YOUR NAME are finally investigating what it means to turn their hearts back/toward You. Amen and Amen. We pray to be included in rapture and if we find ourselves left behind during wrath we pray for the endurance to evade, defend against and resist the deception that faces the World. Regardless, may all remain on the Skinny path to You, enduring in Good Faith and Joy all that we must confront in our joint suffering with Christ Jesus. Until we are with You forever let us run this race as we plan to win.

Would you start with once upon a time, a time when things were different? Would you search for large words with multiple meanings so you could please your ambition sector? What plot would you muster, hopefully something that made for hot pages, multiple clicks, re-posts and subscriptions to pay the master of your fame? What picture do you picture on the cover of the book for which you will accept an advance? What if the entire thing being about you is simply narcissistic imagination?

Would you begin with anonymous members, maybe only revealing a little about them to entice the loving acceptance of the viewers? Perhaps, painting yourselves as main character embellishing truths and erasing irascible defects in your projection of greatness? Maybe a love interest too beautiful, wealthy and smart to confess, but we would assure you that it had been pried from your reluctant humility? Would it demonstrate your self release as captive to dangerous enemies of fear and trepidation?

No this one is not going to follow the track of making me a hero. It starts out with a failing marriage, loss of a good job where everyone hated me and moving across the country just to try and save something that I never even had. What’s worse this all happened because I chose a path of my own will instead of listening and waiting upon God’s Direction. Simple conclusion from the outset; never needed to happen. My mistakes would turn to something good but not of my according, only because God promised to turn things to good because I love Him and walk according to His purpose.

There’s no proud fable, no worthy expectation and all the drama surrounding heroic characters, just never happened. I sought attention having determined that the love of God was neither sufficient nor the greatest thing that continued to happen to me every day. I gave up Divine Opportunities to mingle with the loser found in myself and those who needed this emotional cripple to save them from their nightmare. A recipe destined for the trash can at the end of the Kitchen counter.

Exchanged pearls for swine and nearly had to eat the pods I fed them but for God’s timely intervention. He just said, “Let Go”. I understood since this chaos was of my own choosing that I could also choose not to participate and step away. Novel idea to someone who had been trained to stick with things no matter what. This time the best and only answer was retreat, so I listened to God and readied for transition. I didn’t simply choose a different place but having lived through the level 5 hurricane that just hit this place that should not have been my home, I wasn’t forced to leave but the place I was living in was destroyed, so why not?

Start again, over, next iteration, leaving behind the clingy past of my own creation, having never known anything else but rejection, that is what I naturally thought I deserved. The weird thing is the people who I stepped away from held on, that took a while to understand. I hear advice about loving yourself enough not to be in toxic relationships, but this wasn’t that. This was something of the Lord waking me from the unconscious practice of repeating the same insanity because I didn’t know any other script available.

The difference was this time I got to know myself and I didn’t like at all what I saw. Accidental courage, misunderstanding of the measures of Godly character and separation from anything that I loved because nothing loved me. That is not a victims admission just a cold hard fact. No one needed, wanted or absolutely felt compelled to recover me in their lives. That brutal fact was mostly about me and much more about them. The people who had used, berated, bullied, burdened and promised to know love when they were incapable, just as I had been.

Only in the works of God had I found love, real love for the wounded people, the victims, prisoners and vulnerable of this world. Certainly I found them primarily in homeless ministry, but drug, alcohol, family division, bankruptcy, church, every where I went I found people truly in need of healing, forgiveness, love and redemption, me included. For once I didn’t want anything from them and they didn’t have the opportunity to deceive me into believing that they matched the hole in my heart. I cried out to God and met Him, first on my own limited understanding of Sovereign then as I grew I saw His image in me and everyone else.

What would this story be about now that it started out in absolute frailty and the indecision of emotional immaturity? Well, it would be about anything but me or so I thought, because a man cannot escape inclusion in God’s revelation of why he was made. Surrender is a pleasant place when you’ve found even in your most glorious moment the same aspirations and failures that ruined all roads behind. For the longest time it was all I could do to hang on and follow Jesus. I am not saying that I had a clarity of purpose or understanding I only knew that His was the only way to something outside the pains of this existence.

Gradually, that transformed as the healing of God’s hand reshaped me. I began to see ahead of the normal march of this temporary existence. God’s Word, Prayer and the Holy Spirit showed me that I could express the gift of free will choices to navigate the river of my own existence. God let me be part of what He is doing for Creation, because He loves us often more than most people are capable right now of understanding. For years I have been chastised, reconditioned and allowed to make right choices where previously I had no alternative or option.

The loneliness turned to a deeply respectful transformation into a man who was okay by himself. Irony, for that is all I had ever experienced and now it was a strength a peace that came from chatting alone with the Almighty, reading His Word and seeing the people that He allowed me to heal, encourage and bring to the same peace in Jesus. I lost my self defensive posture, designed in desperate times to take out the threats to vulnerability. This man didn’t need them as God fights for me in a spiritual war where carnal weaponry is nothing more than foolish understanding or doubtful faith.

There are heroes in this story, but none emerge from the catacombs of prior need for avatar and escape. Clean, clear and okay with limited resource because there is an internal promise in serving God as anointed. What does Trust in God provide for the human who is always struggling to meet need? Well the Holy Spirit’s patience changes us into people who are rarely wanton. What does that mean the Pharisee said to the centurion. That is what arrives when you believe God’s promises that you find peace in knowing that He will provide all that needs provision, close every wound in exact timing and build in each heart a quest for the eternal. What Story, This One, the One that He is writing in which we are all main characters.

Does the flip top jar of my experiences include allowing people to finish their sentence before declaring that they were never right? It’s uncanny to presume in the pico second flash of my own analysis, something that saved me from the brutal geniuses who would thrash me for disagreement. Is it wrong to know immediately that someone’s argument is frail or that what they are pursuing will not generate the outcome or income they assume? What then when emotional education is added to the mix and cold, eager reduction of Pyrrhic insight become a weapon to shred them before battle or completely de-molecularize their effigy with intention of Dominion? What happens when all the seeming victories turn out to be loss, self imposed exile from the only saving Grace found in humanity, PEOPLE?

A dose of pride can ruin the greatest, most gifted poet, scientist or warrior. For in the assumption that one is always right we open the avenue of opportunity for the singularity of chaos to find the one unique pathway to our self destruction. Is humility then of superior importance when found in youth? This is the truth that we do not venture for it reveals the weakness and dark offal center of the gifted mind unacquainted with the miracle of knowing God. Alexander conquered and wept. Why? Aren’t we the men who all crave absolute victory and Dominion of the Known World? No, for God has shown us something beyond that mastery. Though brilliant, each man was made by God, knowledge of that origin dooms the prideful to a reflection that I will not sling at the Princes and Powers of the Air. For I know them not but in this discovery I see the danger within my own mind and heart. I also see that if not for the Grace of God there go I applies directly to me, right here, right now.

Being Comfortable as a created being I am at peace with a Sovereign All Power God, my Father. I seek to stop the assumption that I am always right, removing the weakness in my armor and surrendering to God the quest to be victor. Knowing God and appreciating Him in His Perfection has set me free and allowed humility to become the greatest asset this man ever possesses. I don’t go around picking apart each argument but rather see the importance of the man before me whether reviewed as wrong in assumptions of intention. This is the opportunity greater than any life achievement of my own amassing. To Love and not need to be right fully embracing that the greatest work my genius could ever do is to use it to direct this person to the God, the greatest Loving Genius ever.

We are expected to contribute to the falsehood that drives our own public incarceration, not within penitentiary but our own homes and gardens. Our schools indoctrinate children with; sin, nonsense, false ideology and pseudo science designed to rob them of a future and the capacity of independent thinking. Why would we ever consider paying someone to do the same?

They have sold youth and filled their hearts and minds not with the righteous and virtuous ideals of Christian Faith but with those developed psychologies and philosophies or fallow ground economics, communism, atheism and wahhabism that destroy nationalism and faith. These are not destinations but steady marches to the cliffs where the evil spirit filled pigs cast themselves to the deep.

Nothing about this supposed Dream is righteous and true, but a quest to master the things of this world’s history that doomed people to; greed, eugenics and contempt for those who are by DNA their Brothers and Sisters. Yet, when anyone attempts to take a step back and refocus on the errors that caused our departures from social sanity those with supposed Power demand their silence.

Why does it take a revolution to right any ship? The only positive outlook is that the revisit to this failed state grants humankind according to God’s Will the opportunity to see his predicament. How many times must we conduct the same experiment with the same factors and intention arriving at identical outcome before we decide to stop the roulette wheel that only stops by command on red?

No one is free from accountability for; self-indulgence, complacency, complicity, lack of circumspect review and cowardice are owned by all. How long must we continue in the same vain pursuits ending at the same imagination and suffering before we do something different. And in all standard and reason if the only thing that worked in our history is a devout pursuit of redemption, humility and attempts to accept and honor the gift God gave US in Jesus. Why oh why are we fighting the only man calling us to return to that positive consideration?

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.