I cannot neglect you in your fury and your rest. The intelligence you’ve gathered and the things you stored up for protection from how men in this world have threatened, promised and you’ve succumbed. I too have felt the lease of people, time and money always begging you wait one more day to see the treasure they acclaimed awaited.

There is no crime in running to save ones own heart and patience. Some things are beyond this moments contention and must be retreated in familiarity with the Light to find the path less traveled into the valley or winding still above yonder mountain. To claim home to resolution and forgotten pain of defeat and forsaken triumph.

But there is Peace in Christ Jesus, much more than any deserve, an abundance of life, hope and yes reason. Thoughts compiled, collected and well seasoned, having found the beginning from the end working backwards. Some ventures are never meant for our preparation and others must be forgotten as they never led from here to there.

What chance have I this simple man to battle hearts and kings? There is no room for braggadocio no false claim of provision or character and resolve. I am solely grateful that is not the man I was dealing with these issues for there would be no reflection, no question, no analysis or song only departure and silence. The pearl topped mountain is the throne.

Far removed from threat or anger, my skin no longer crawls trying to fit the square peg into into narrow shapes that would never accept them. It is a fool’s folly to pursue a glimpse of light in the darkness when I have been standing out in noonday sun. There is no solving these equations, too many variables and all that ever matter was how well we are treated.

This too is the extra mile walked for this man in me had one purpose that of self acquisition and fulfillment. Certainly there were others involved in this episodic development whether by contrition, deception or fantasy and hope. It is hard to turn away eager applicants with wares and talent. But these are the things of mastering one’s own character of the temporary.

But cleave them melon and the halves are never perfect but they still attract equal flies and enlisted ants with sweet nectar and honey. We are neither stones or water taking shape in each container but men and women who don’t know our way in darkness hardening our hearts to be mean, impenetrable and dismissive. It is painful, realization that we were for Love.