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.

Paranoia, is an unhelpful dose of self defense, however true threats linger and in the escaping balance we are forced to use provocative tools better left stored or forgotten. Trust is that perpetual state of forgiveness and acceptance leaving a cleared tabulator. When that union is established all the old devices must be relinquished and healed.

What is Trust in God Almighty? What is the courage to take the blind step into mental imagery or precipice designed for one purpose; to test reliance? How will God show each of us the way to denial of self if not feeding a constant threat stream to which we apply our own insufficiency repeatedly? How many times must I mistakenly try to protect?

These enemies have powers beyond our comprehension, yet we will face them with razor’s edge or the limited extent of human projection. They are beyond my capacity to restrain and it is my own imagination that leads me into direct contest. Especially, the moot but relentless belief that somehow this time it will turn differently. What was that definition of insanity?

I have been left alone for reasons; some I am reluctant to admit for they reveal the tests and the trials I have been sent to navigate and surrender before God’s Throne of Grace. Alone is a state where I am totally responsible for the hurt I would cause others and the enemies I attempt to face in my own mortal power. How many times will I fail to Trust the Father?

“Can you make fire with the rocks, metal and chaff I have given?”, The Lord Beckons. The Panic dissolves as I use the provision and protections given rather than seeking escape or running to some other savior. Why is this time paramount? What is wrapped within the construct of this unique decade that forces all men to choose or remain indifferent?

That simple analysis points toward to origins of understanding. That. when all else fails I run to God’s robe, forced through overwhelming dilemma to make the decision of confrontation. What is paranoia, a sleepy reminder that I have failed to surrender before the tasks become overwhelming. What is important about this day? It is the day I surrender before the battle.

Into the mist, where fairies make their lair, peeping and preening wings. All the things they never told you because it makes you strong. There is no diminishing fear when standing UN-contorted by siren’s song. All day long waiting for a moment then being paralyzing by it.

What do they want probing the darkness for answers or weapons wayside fallen? Where is the sullen prince hoping to shade his view from intensity? What captures light, but the anomalies of God, passages, tunnels, light enhanced bridges of dimension and time.

We harmonize struggling to open pathways to unfettered knowledge. When everything we need has been promised or duly given. This is no up hill dance two steps out of time. These are the laughing seconds to justify the need for an eternity as we show we may honor it.

Trails blocked to protect the not so innocent from harming themselves with brands, potions and seared flesh from when they shan’t recover. Complexities within the simple mind, well springs of passion uncontrollable within the context of man’s stability or restraint.

We were lent our children for time to perfect our own fear and trembling. Alas we were allowed brief example that we may have mercy upon them in memory. But hands may not capture the rainbow, only sight, dream and recall. For colors run deeper than the sand.

Bicycles borrowed, always forgetting just how difficult the level changes. Too bad that we are not our own, even in service to God for all falter, feign and wander. Even in thought I am lain bare. For as with every willing passenger there are times we pray to jump ship at station.

Pry open a can of the West, with reddened rock, things that bite and nights where milky way’s reside. What flesh may resist the call of wild works standing tall against the cries of night and shade? We were remade to stand inside the circle of light of broad branches.

Too swift the current or repetitive reflection upon untimely weakness. Too strong the call to hope and belief upon things we are tempted to never review. Too immense the fortunes of the universe, outstretched hands, wanton and waiting to find that we should never have.

What is the angst when they do not/will not hear? It is not within my measure to give them access to the Divine, but the power of Spirit. Therefore, I should simply speak the Perfect Word and know that some will either choose not to hear or have no capacity to hear those things which are from heaven. Something within me, not self criticism weeps when they choose that path. I offer it to God in repentance and weep myself for the Lord who is taken for Granted in His magnanimity.

Lord let me gather this understanding. Give me incite that I may have sympathy and gentleness in delivery. I know this is not a thing of my own ability, talent, eloquence of treasure. Only say the word and I will leave it where it lay. Father, my greatest concern is alignment with Your Will for Mankind, offering the Pathway of Singularity through Jesus Christ the Only Good Shepherd, the Twain Man the Torn Veil, our High Priest. May they know Him and He Know them.

We live this life in Sin. No law or vow is held passed the end of this life but severed at death. God is not the God of the Dead but of the living. These are not coy or cute statements but demand logic and understanding. If we die we are separated from God, in Christ Jesus we never perish but have everlasting life, therefore only those that Live are to be with God. How is that done? What is the assurance of faith, not based upon my own effort, achievement or acquisition?

Therefore, We had to die upon that Cross of Calvary with Jesus to set us free from Sin, Hell and Death. Jesus, gave up the GHOST to become All men’s sin and carry them into death that the Law may be severed and we might be freed from the slavery to Sin of this lifetime. However, this is not enough. We must be born again to enter the Kingdom of God. What does it mean to be born again? Why would Jesus command His apostles to stay in Jerusalem until Pentecost to receive the Baptism of Fire, Rebirth?

John the Baptist was clear, even though he himself had been filled in his Mother’s Womb by the Holy Spirit, that Jesus would come after him and bestow those who believed with the Baptism of Fire. Man must be both born of Water and of Fire. We were born through the womb of human birth and must be BORN AGAIN by God’s Holy Spirit to join the Family of God. We must be born of Heavenly Seed to exchange the corruptible with the incorruptible. The Water baptism, though pivotal in its symbolism, recognizes the process of being buried along with Christ Jesus and raised again to eternal life.

Ephesians one tells the importance of the Holy Spirit as the Earnest of our Salvation, the promise of our eventual glorification in Christ. It also imparts a spiritual understanding pivotal to discipleship and navigation in this Fallen World of deception. Without the Seal of the Sprirt we may not even be called Son’s and Daughter’s of God nor bear the Fruits of God that are necessary to be known by Christ. Otherwise we remain in this mortal life and He does not know us as we remain, “Doers of Iniquity” as he calls them in Matthew 7.

How can we born of Heavenly Seed without the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. This explains why blaspheming God’s Holy Spirit is the only unforgivable sin. Why was the Temple destroyed? Why was the Temple essential to the Jews? Who did the High Priest meet in the Holy of Holy’s beyond the Veil that has been torn? Who impregnated Mary? Who indwelt Elizabeth, John and Zecharias? What is the Power that those with a form of godliness deny? To be Born again we must enter God’s Plan of redemption, cleansing, sanctification and eventual glorification that is only found in Spiritual Rebirth through God’s Holy Spirit.

Without God’s Spirit we won’t know Truth. We won’t have spiritual understanding, God’s Fruits and Characteristics and we certainly won’t brandish the protection of God’s Armor. Pulling the Sword of the SPIRIT of God’s Word from which the enemy must flee requires that we are the Temple of God’s Holy Spirit, without whom we have no assurance. Why would Christ Jesus go away and tell His apostles that it behooves them for Him to do so as He would ask the Father to send the “Other” who would lead them into all truth?

We stand at the juncture of a Church Body that misunderstands or has no Divine comprehension of this essential teaching. Churches do not teach the pivotal reliance and reverence of God’s indwelling Spirit that we may not “Quench” His wonderful council, truth, conviction and power. Without being Born again we are doomed to that meeting with Christ Jesus where He denies knowing any of us. We are subject to the prince of the power of this world as we have no seal of God’s Holy Spirit and the protection against Satan He alone provides. We are missing the essential doctrine entrusted to our care.

If we don’t own it how can we ever hope to share that which we never had ourselves? In Jesus Name time to be ready in and out of season armed with the Gospel of God.

Any compromise begins with an established outline. There is no freedom where one party intimidates or influences to the point of setting rules through tyranny. Without a shared understanding to come to resolution that respects both parties what we have are the rules associated with prison lifestyle.

Granted, those who embrace their sin are never going to openly enter into agreement with God fearing people to live in share expectation. They will attempt first, intimidation or open disregard for a shared union of properties, rules and times. They regard Christians as push overs whose meekness leads to capitulation.

The problem begins with this fallacy. For God made this world and establishing engagement based upon the natural respect of the space, property and treatment of others is never more clearly defined then in the Bible, God’s Holy Word. The Ten Commandments are simple in their establishment of five that offend God and five that offend man.

Never expecting my neighbor to simply accept that I wish to live in peace but must project my brand of authority upon him as a dedicated philosophy promoting cohabitation. Any compromise must be arrived upon with mutual respect at its foundation. Without which one or both parties will waver between intimidation and self defense.

This is the dilemma of war. I want what I want when, how long and where I want it and this self-serving stance is the basis for all battles. I covet your things, your peace, your power to the point where I must project my will forcibly until you capitulate, perhaps hoping that you will give in to intimidation and simply give me what I want at all cycles.

God has intervened where man will fail each and every time without constraints of mature thinking brought about by Choice or a hate for war. Most prefer war. Therefore Christians must do all that they can according to God’s Word to live in harmony with their neighbor but also understand that the bulk of the world wants their sin and will resent, pressure and dare I say hate Christians for wanting a mutual peaceful understanding.

You don’t have to live by the Bible but just because I don’t wish to fight you does not mean that God will simply allow you to set the rules for mutual understanding. If you don’t wish to live by peaceful understanding and prefer prison rules then the established laws must govern such behavior. That is why prisons are necessary because many will never voluntarily relinquish their projection of survival of the fittest, cruelest or ruthless.

We get it you want to do what you want as you please and see no problem in my simply agreeing to this standard, especially if you can surround yourselves with a similar throng. However, why has society continued and not collapsed over the centuries because your path always leads to largess. Good people will only give so much before they determine that your mind set is recipe for chaos.

Just because old people are quiet and vulnerable that does not mean they will exceed to hearing your raucous banter deep into the evening. You wish to imbibe and get loud then do it inside your dwelling and expect that you will be met with resistance if/when that expression of freedom turns to quiet or loud intimidation. Freedom only exists when there is agreement to limit its impact upon neighbors.

Considering there is no primary or preliminary understanding at foundation to established engagement guidelines. Then this intimidation must either be accepted in capitulation or met with stern perhaps overwhelming resistance to the prison rule set that governs your pirate understanding. We wish peace and will go to the furthest reaches to embrace it. That does not translate into we are going to give in to quiet or loud intimidation and removal of our freedom to live in that peace in exchange for your projected authority. This is not prison.

So Nice. To consider it possible to go through life without hurting a single heart. I’ve tried to be hard, becoming stone reaction as they instructed, but the tears of others hurt more than my own.

What is it to fail at something the world believes is normalcy. Quenched, dangerous and potent, ready at the instance of quip to dethroned, debone and eradicate any threat, even the imagined.

Their popular monster set loose upon humanity authorized to take none prisoner. They truly applaud the veracious appetite of emotional thieves. Don’t want to smash doves no matter how convincing your argument.

Safety is not found in wounding back, but seeking the understanding while staving off properly the misplaced aggressive and assault. Peace prevails when sufficient timing is apportioned.

What tragedy befalls the young, the vulnerable the yet unadequately defended. Adults absent or they too hypnotized to long term injury. Every kid I know has been traumatized seldom escaping damage.

Slow this march back to ground unfettered with psyche versions strewn on the path to worldly appetite. What punishment the meek receive taught destruction when edification and encouragement their nature.

Wanting so much to be okay and knowing only conformity to the wicked our peace. Close tremors shaking the loam to base our footing. Unaware what lay beneath the measure of sand but granite surpassing time.

Master, I volunteer to the remaking. Remove the grime of commonplace. There is no heart for me in the tragic films of ritualistic intimidation. I find no sweet harvest in reducing those whom You have made to Love.

Teach me again to appreciate the wonder.

They want me to understand a type, a foreshadow of character meant to stir hope, faith and trust. I am prompted, cajoled and pigeon-holed into thinking that nothing produces everything. When, a seed in the drawer grows no harvest, just as fallow fields will yield commensurate crop. From nothing comes nothing except possibly sorrow.

Done for me I sit at table eating food I did not gather from utensils I never cleaned failing to listen to gripes that I helped create. I stand on principle. Though, these principles have been written by me to rid me of responsibility and account for the sole purpose of maximizing my pleasure while I convey no energy but expectation and criticism.

Each building may receive sufficient maintenance to be shining model for small neighborhood or large gathering. It has always been choice and when my choice to spend my time, treasure and good will upon my own comfort then the body is left insufficiently tended or prepared. Yet, it is most likely that I will point my crooked finger at others.

Unification is not everyone being identical but maturely realizing that putting aside oneself for the purpose of that solidarity produces a system that honors all while tempering laziness, wantonness and disrepair. When God is King and each individual is in relationship with Him to the sanctification to His likeness then the society itself becomes nation after the same goals and progress.

An Arm is not an eye and foot not a kidney but each is precious, necessary and in need of systemic support. An eye cannot function just as brain cannot live abundant life in of itself. These are the things that those who seek to circumvent God’s Plan would have you believe. From the clear example of our creator and His Divine guidance by mirror of those sins against Him and Humans that offend, we found humility and the need for a Savior.

He educated me to the need for His intervention. I could neither save myself or save you, He came because necessity and the Love He has for us required that provision. Without Him we were left with Gehenna the eventual home for all. The Joy and the call to thought and prayerful action is the joyous moment of choice as opportunity. The Hope of something yet seen as promise and encouragement to struggle onward. Now there is a plan.

What makes laziness preferred? What comfort lies in mediocre; health, relationships and achievement focused below the plateaus of observation? Are we seeking tepid agreement? Do we never wish to see potential realized? What serves us to convince ourselves that lies are preferential? It is in service to a king who would have us narrow mindlessly limited to worldly worship as this is the extent of his domain. Do we enjoy boxes for living?

Perhaps blame is our answer. Designing a conversation or paradigm that excludes my own responsibility as possible saves me from the humbling moment of feared accountability. My women is always the reason for my failure to connect, communicate or achieve the 99%. My lack of money the reason why I never take up ministry for the King of Kings. My lack of wealth, health, provision or strength the excuse for stewardship untended.

Why then may a poor, weak, old, humbly intelligent man with no apparent gifts or meager assets achieve such grand and lasting relationship with God, family and neighbor? Capitulation to camouflage lack of supplication to the Lord for His outcomes is no longer excuse as we near His return. We can no longer extend the booklet of explanations why we cannot get done even the small things that require no fancy preparation or funding.

We are now at the Point all have supposedly prepared for; “A Time Such As This”. We all recognize it upon us, some still avert their faces that we may not see the truth reflected in their gaze. Here is the truth. We will all achieve those miraculous things for which we were designed by God, if and only if we muster the faithfulness to do them. Nothing produces nothing. Do we seek to do all things through Christ or embrace legacy of serving self forever?

Something in my heart, not immune to understanding. In the pause of moments precious it seeks to deny equipment sufficient. Lasting trials, frequent days to support the shame for never having seen the foolishness of sands through time glass watching. As prose fill the mind and poetic justice the quest for revenge and broken vessels. Love’s reliant touch equals the pressures crushing attempt at ten thousand meters above and below.

Nothing lacking. All sufficient to tasking, forward thrust, lift on occasion. Events test vulnerability and surface tension? Making reason from rhyme and calculation from random number. Camouflage rent, payment for spying upon those testing wonder. Infrequent repose. Deciding upon the profile, silhouette and cameo least respected. Showing the other side to dawn while standing rigid to the wave of night. We cling to loneliness.

In clenched palm the damaged scroll would scream if it were but paper. Release me to the winds that I may find the days of eternal understanding, Written for the mortal mind but whispering, reflecting and incorruptibility. What souls make when effort no longer matters. Time and legacy lasting, farming cares and selling worries for the locals to fold gossip. Impermeable shame breaking the backs of all willing saints and hermitage to Oracle’s perch.

I seek no fire but the cold, tortured harm of frozen hearts and dreams forgotten. That in the poorly dealt cards of men following fate we gather the dust and capsized vessels at the bottom of an icy venture. To retard lost hope and snuff ember of dreams that seek re entry. Never thought, nothing purchased, no bridge built, pyre lit or false prayer offered. Into the hope of authenticity we ride thinking ourselves perfect or at least somehow above the rest.

The eaves listening, dressed against December wind search whistles and fallen bow, evidence of coming promise. Childish and child like, the seed burrows deep into Earth meant for prosperity to mount crop of amber grains, timber and starlit evening.

Mourning the youth of stronger minds. Copper tinted majesty, lost the rose-silk swell of dreams yet laid to rest. Where hearts and kindled fire lay in wait for those wanton souls who would embrace fear, exchanged for everlasting. The wild will never pays the tab.

Leave for morning light’s cache. The untold sweet tooth of life’s pampered moments. Walls breached by cold and truncheon plowed. Treasured boxes and chest full of metal’s rare, compare sunlight to darkened pitch. Left stories untold, never having rightly considered.

Tree wells in solace of moonless abandon. Pines and dented tin giving love and life where men has seldom reasoned. What crops born in the milky light? Ten million engines fired by the simple living Word. Washed against the helm, deep and rocky shore of time’s reluctance.

What winter wish fills the gloved mittens of woolen resolution? Standing against the threat of death to remark briefly on the souls of light. Steel and passion’s purse gaining fables in the tablets and rashly gathered journal to storm the parties with word and honey-looted rhetoric.

Echoed cries to shame the fear and sadness. Pockets bare left for better men and childless wives. The reproach and missive spoken against the wiles of darkened thinking. Making pacts with eyes, thoughts and devils men are always hanging on the edge of abandon