Tried and true. We want substantiality, trustworthiness and a reliant basis upon which to base our actions and beliefs. How is that state achievable without weathering the storm, taking incoming fire or suffering the cold and the hot of pressures within the Kitchen? There is no easy way. Though path of least resistance is typically an option in most circumstance it constitutes some manner of victimization or slavery to situation that most find unpalatable. Our tastes better served by making choices we generally avoid conflict even to the point of empowering bullies or becoming complicit in the illegal over reaches of the administrative body under which we find ourselves in service.

The only way to true faith is a belief and then the trials of said belief until it becomes solid mooring against which we may secure the vehicles of life. If I trust something or someone that person or thing must have previously and repeated demonstrated through empirical testing that it would hold up under the external invasions, withstand the assaults of enemy intruders or provide suitable excuse to protect us from the normal demands present in daily occurrence. Without belief there can be no faith, without trial of that faith their can be no trust and without trust we are left wandering on the waves of non commitment never truly understanding the benefits of safety and relief found in comradery.

With God this requirement is lessened but still there and it is apparent in His Word that He expects a certain amount of testing and verification to determine His faithfulness. However with God, since it always, Yes and Amen, this process should be concluded shortly after it becomes clear that God never fails us. For those that continue to test God, refusing to deposit that trust in His account there must be substantial cost or lack of reward to accompany the reluctance to place trust in His immaculate devotion. Without trust in God we fail to have the close relationship with a loving Father, who is always there, always ready to give what is needed at perfect timing, leaving us again alone in a desperate world surrounded by clever and self serving appetites one of those being our own. Test God but find Him true and move on to a mature relationship where we understand our place in His Plan and delight in the privilege of our advanced position.

Trust requires courage. Without testing our armour, equipment, supply lines and relationships we really do not know how they will perform under the pressures of battle or the onslaught of daily circumstance. Maturity demands a rational understanding and process for establishing the trust necessary to amass the talent, power and supporting cast to truly take on the largest enemies or challenging facing each of us in the temporary existence. We must acknowledge the need for adequate and sufficient testing to swiftly determine the suitability of People and Equipment that we move on to the application of life’s requirement. Without trust we wander, stand still or venture into waters unprotected or become steely hard to resist even those friendly as would be attackers. This is no way to live an abundant life. There must be a modicum of trust within a healthy set of relationships. Perhaps the best method of establishing these supporting connections is to go to God first, establish that relationship and then utilize the subsequent discernment to rationally and spiritually examine all other potential commitments from that basis.

Do you trust God? Do you trust your own abilities or planning/execution? Do you trust others? Do you believe that fate is against you or that God will provide what you need exactly when you have need? Do you believe the stories you are told or avoid people finding them unbelievable? These are the questions that will dictate the road before each of us. We are only capable of doing so much on our own. Without the assistance and support of others we are limited within this life. Trust is an enormous benefit, but you must establish your own process for determining its existence. How do you establish Trust?

Perhaps the day is too long for reason and the challenges short, hard and painful in resolution. An attempt at transformation requires a dream and the will to stand the fires of testimony and temper. Without a place to go, most will lay in rest at the repository in sediment at the lazy river’s passage. Beyond the walls of reason and nearing freedom’s fall. The heart of Godly mandate is in finding the love to follow. Not from sweet pride but disciplined call to Life.

Upon the wall, murals of our passing. Winding each path too afraid and much too tired. Singing alone or the humming, most find some edge of comfort. Presented with facts that challenge my own construct. Leaving me bare to the wicked hand of time. At the least revisit the monuments of passing finding relief in the pool of world’s tears. Too many hearts have the threat of passing to be forgotten by those just lost in wandering eye. The desperate few who have given all for freedom, find there sweet help in ages passing bye.

A prolonged affection written on the wrinkled brow of a man respecting judgment. Wisdom’s pearls washing upon the shores to die. Into the mire our are poorly sodden, wading to frozen shin challenging the pests and sycophants sent for the purposes of crime. This is the state where reason becomes judgment and all men’s reflections become history for the wondering eye of those to come from beyond. In that reflection I hope they find us worthy of fabled tale or storied song of heroic life or death.

Still songs to sing and stories left recounted, by mouths of hope and faithful passer’s bye. And with will’s branding we find ourselves selected to live or die forced to compelling resolve or quiet similitude. In Eagle’s flight food and hunger all protected to find tomorrow each must sleep tonight. In the dawn of human’s passing we find the gold of God’s retelling why? For days too slow are passing now in rough equation. To heaven’s gate where Saint Peter’s knows we’d never lie. but for each man, a wrestle here with reason. We’ve been taken over because they’d prefer watch our sickened passing then to try and keep us all alive. For in the spirit, if you cannot see the answer.]

Some perch is marked with the prowlers seeking district. Some lovely lives carry with them the wounds of life. Into the rift each man must find his passage. Then home again to business, storm or bride. All tuckered what will be there news now that have been caught within a Lie. You may require all good men soon be captured. To defend the government that hasn’t take this occasion to welcome all to see U.S. where we reside in God’s blessings and promise of afterlife. Don’t quarrel, Know Life.

Quit, abandon, cease, depart, discharge, release, appease, relinquish, surrender, repeat. Queer, anomalous, bizarre, ludicrous, peculiar, unique, resigned, urgent, preposterous, singular. Quaint, abstruse, archaic, nice, old-fashioned, curious, classical, character, virtue, strange. Quash, quench, remake, obfuscate, veneer, fake, waxen, ashen, priest, wood, hay, stubble, leased. Quixotic, dangerous, foolhardy, bold, hearts, all, cold. Quotient, variables, lamp, vicarious, character, stamp, review, rebuke, revamp. Not within this camp.

Teacher of all the things you taught me, Being Free somehow stands alone. In all the wisdom that you shared with us together. Tightly together pressed against the Cornerstone. Built for mercy and the compassion planned between us. We saw sorrow but so many felt good grace. In a desert of so many worldly comments, the look of love was etched upon each face. Notwithstanding the valor of each moment. Not forgetting the courage of the past. We received it as if it had always lived among us. We perceived it as the greatest gift we’d ever had.

Alone together but together made up one, Proudly flourished each Father to his son. Nightly congress of the things pursued together and for each day filled with adventure and great fun. To the forest we’d lead them all to bounty and in their peace we find the spirit there inside. So sure of nothing but all that once lived together At its passing became Blessed as it died. Father please us in seeing reason run the city, remove our leaders with wicked storm inside. Stand them together to be inspected by the people, that all see them betwixt their endless pride.

We once knew goodness and can learn it once again, no cause for anger or depression on our brow. Each chance for failure a guide to when, when or how. So if your hungry for the answers to your questions, simply pursue them as if your hunting deer. They run strong before you between you man and beast each full of fear. Cause for displeasure at the hand of godless folly to wonder why when you’ve turned from flowing source, Ran off disgruntled wondering blindly from your course. You see an opening and thrust down deep inside to find that purchase that will cut him deep and wide. But you’ve quickly missed him and time forgets most men, it looks for conquest at behest of wiling men.

So Stand for Reason or sit for love and spite, both are familiar with the dances of the night. Seldom followed the path to rarely seen a timid servant too much in awe to fading Queen, stared in disbelief and quiet as the Spirit showed His Home, ln a junkie and man too friendly to be alone. Why do we discount them for standing on the shelf Seldom expected to receive compliment of wealth. harbored resentment and envy for the gold of Kings there is no outcome that shows good within all God’s things Some meant for evil and some to stand and do naught, then there’s the heroes who have won before they fought. To them time is shifting like the sand with the glass, the only difference is handling it with class.

Is it my heart that yet knows love. Are my fevered dreams longing wish of material exploit? Sir the lasting impression of your love has written sunrise on retina and dawn after dawn of exquisite scenario in unbreakable smile. Toes unfurled to meet the muddy dim at water’s creep. Musty odors of dog, frog and log waft about so thickly they paint everything in their pathway. Dew, flower and sky battle to exalt God’s name in indelible pagentry. Angels, Bright with the light of God’s Presence, shine upon the morning to remind it He is never far from shore.

Seeming Lull in Summer’s prowess whispers of Autumn’s attempted takeover. Beat by the heat of the street the gentle brush of cooler night’s promise brings thrills of chills and renewed vigor for respite. Turned up, rolled tight in woolen woven warmth night’s embraced promising toasty sleep and deeper dream in comfort of dawn’s later review. Pause and paws upon my face tell a story that Summer’s heat shall never tolerate. Shared Gospel promise of Spring’s Return in bounty’s realized and the ample warmth of family, fires and rangour over our favorite dish. As some pray some wish upon stars and mars and midnight for safety, surety and peace.

Heard about it all at the Mid Summer’s Ball laughing as if Fall spelled millennia. The crucible of sorts my bruises and our warts are all trophies earned in Sports as life hands out rewards and punishment. The day had come and gone the future lost in dawn the man just trundles on and fish continues seeking spawn. Up stream assembled team beaming with belief and work and wonder. A sky beyond the night in their Minds had burned so brightly offering splendor and tendering treasure without measure for considering overwhelming enemy loss. Head’s tossed in cool reflection winter’s breath so quickly mentioned that all wrapped themselves ceremoniously in wind’s brisk born bite.

It’s not that Spring is lost but as each head is tossed we think of world’s away and years wonder. To Ponder in one self the victory in wisdom’s wealth siding with the dragon all consumed the flagon and forgot for a fortnight that winter’s blight always ends verdantly, triumphantly in the seeded rebirth of bird and branch. Why then so loathe to change when sitting still appears so strange to those wondering along the range of reason’s moments rearrange. Each word a drop in blood stepping toward eternal flood of mountain, plain and bud by the overflowing Passions of a Righteous Judge. All will change and then be transformed for us again until that faithful day when everything temporary passes away revealing the dawn of time’s new accounting.

Who measures the power of yearning, compelling passions that lead to acquiring the property of those next door? What makes you rise to action to take a thing that is not yours depriving your Friend, Brother, Neighbor of his goods that you may secretly call them your own? What passions advocate a concentration so powerful that it leads to planned attainment of those things coveted?

Whose luring eyes has fixed itself upon the Jewel of America, the same way that we once measured the natives and found them incapable of keeping this nation for themselves? Is it single nation determined to press our shores to reside in our cities and townships or are there greater groups aligned? What plans have they to rid U.S. of American ownership, renaming these lands their own at our losing and probably demise? Who are their helpers, assistance and agents, for certainly this is much easier done as an inside job?

Why now? What makes a nation certain of a victory that they spend ample time and treasure in its acquisition? Are we somehow weak or has the poison that we’ve been given finally entered the blood stream of America, defining her ripe for conquer? Have we been infected with slow release contagion or illness that has dwindled our resolve our strength to reason our way to safety in self reliance? Or have we been forsaken by the God who gave U.S. this Sovereign Constitutional Republic because we have departed from the agreement demanded for its maintenance and ownership? Have we been deceived and then been obedient as Adam and Eve in the Garden only to lose the enormous jewel of our first love in the mistaken travels?

This is not a short term plan to take down the strong legged, mature male who from frontal assault is unassailable. This is the planning of a weaker beast, determined to erode the soil, chip away at the foundation and deceive its way to entry to the Court of Kings. History is filled with conquer that took no force of Army until its late discovery around the bend, beyond the mountain or hidden well prepared in the valleys beyond. The tomes of conquering men catalog the methods of misdirection and secret piracy, waiting in the shadows for the day of blood and plunder. It is the bane of all sane men to forget history at the sake of lost lands and family. Are we that nation that has forgotten the trickery’s of lands past fallen? Now finding ourselves victim to approaching squadrons seeking to topple our remaining weak resolve?

We have gazed upon the stars and forgot to tend the field for planting. So far removed from our roots that we neglected them beneath the surface of ground we took for granted and spring rains we scant remember. This is the folly of stargazers who go hungry in the winter for lack of common sense preparation and readiness. We were warned over and again bout the cost of lazy thinking and actions absent when the fields go fallow and our minds begin to falter. This is the time of our realization of the costs of folly’s reason. The bird come home to roost finding it taken and occupied by squirrel, racoon or possum. Two paths before U.S.; One of capitulation to powers seemingly greater than our own to be assimilated into cultures foreign and decisions made by Kings, the Other to remember this day who we once stood proudly, dressed in the characteristics of our benevolent God. Sovereign we became, with rights given by an immutable Lord that were promised immutable and unchangeable by the hand of man or governor.

This is the time for choice. Will we stand like the men of old with laser focus upon enemies who now stand boldly at our doorstep? Or will we shrink and become the forgotten servant race of those who were chosen as proper slaves to a culture and thinking far from our own? Once Choice made the answers lays plain before U.S. We must cry out to the God who has given U.S. this bright land over the will of others who possessed and appeal to His loving nature that we be forgiven and restored. And at such healing we remember the price of failure is doing nothing to maintain the pearl of our gifting. For there are always covetous eyes looking over the fences of your back forty. We cannot change the nature of their greedy sin, but we can defend in vigilance the lives that depend upon our strength within its borders.

What is the nature of our assailing? It is the nature that calls all men to diligence. It is the cause that faces each of U.S. in rejoicing in the bounty that God’s gifting or losing it slowly to those who hunger for our measure. It is the time for men to stand and do what each must perform that Liberty is ensured for generation to follow, honoring the Name of God who gave U.S. all this blessing at outset. May the Lord Heal this nation and continue to reward the faithfulness of its recipients with Long Life and abundance with reason, justice and care for all who call this nation our Home.

The quiet light of midnight the tears upon my shirt

I thought that love was supposed to feel so great

But all I feel is hurt.

The first time we had coffee life seemed to just make sense

I got to the business of living where before I only

sat up high upon that fence

When we held hands I felt it, the Mighty hand of God

Laying out the right life before me that is why this

breakup seems so odd

What I didn’t know then and I don’t want to know now

The questions heavy on my heart

As I try and figure out How?

How am I going to keep breathing

When my lungs don’t want the air

What’s the treasure in living

Each day you’re not going to be there?

The things that used to mean freedom

are now just reminders in this prison of pain

Just to be sitting in this moonlight together

I’d know sweet Liberty’s Touch again

A moment spent together is more valuable then year’s apart

All the battle’s I’ve won all the wishes and fun

Have so little to do with my heart

Looking back at the nights together and the day’s I spent with you

Regardless of the sun, wind or weather

They were the best things I’d ever do

As early morn approaches and the cold of dawn has come

I pull my sweater tight around me

To remind me of where it came from

I am hoping you hold on to those moments not the fighting or the pain

In hope that we can make so many more of them

when you come home to me once again.

Feeling the phases, I fill all the spaces with song. Standing alone in the doorway

I have simply been there all along. Dancing the footsteps alight with the joy of the Light

Unafraid in the dark desperate days in the taming of Man. Unmeasured Justice at the

heart of a centralized plan. Enlisted to millions I blend in crowds when I can. Waiting

in wonder for the brutality of reason to cease. Finding the facts that point to the value

of breaking the lease. Along for the ride, set aside my life before the spark of rebirth

Traversing the highways, each pebble in my pocket, searching for what life is worth.

Clutching them tightly I can feel I as they scratch, pinch and bite

the pain of their imprint counseling me not to hold it so deeply inside.

Open wide for the morning when the thoughts of all mystery rush to

meet the matters of mind. Alone in my pondering, still wondering the

wandering to which I’m inclined. Caught without asking for solace within the problems

to solve. I seek out the Master and ask for the hope to revolve. In faith without reason

I look for the answers delight, by the clouds of perspective beholding the pure

and the right. The voices of reason chant the song of the season in rhyme.

I look for the memory but the only season I can remember is Thyme. When time can’t

remember and none can forget that’s sublime. For no one is charged without ever

having committed the crime. I dance to remember and sing to forget all that’s gone.

Becoming a player when I’ve grown so tired of being a pawn. The last time I saw

you the dream was so clear in your face. Becoming an astronaut you were certain of

going to space. The lead is diminished cut in half but the bustling hoard. My chips are all

scatted and my cards are all over the board. He whispers it’s over return to your place

by my side. I tried to make the distance but the jump was too far and wide. I hide in the

silence the answers beyond my demand. The meaning within questions too obtuse

for a simple man to understand. I’m found in the forest with all in my wallet still dry.

When I smile at nothing and laugh when they ask me why. See there’s air in the desert

but the sun leaves you wishing for sleep. Nothing but shadows and wind with its

secrets to keep. Tell them all I’ll be tardy to play the first song without me in line.

I’ll be out on the corner raising money by holding a sign. Saying prayer for the Governor

for he hasn’t a clue we’re just fine. I was loving my neighbor until he abruptly drank all the

wine. We haven’t an offering, though He told me our hearts would do just fine.

Lost sight of land, lost sight through the tears in eyes to the pen within my hand. A night without light, a fight without the reason or cause to stand by my demand. Friends and Brothers gone, forced away by the raging voice of arrogance and pride within. No longer wrong but hopelessly outside the zone where hope and healing begin.

Love has no fault, it just seeks for good purpose to see to the health and provision for all. A dove just alights, but the glory of God’s Pleasure protects all of us from experiencing the fall. A day without reason and a week without pause and song without lyrics and a war without cause. No longer away simply running to stay several feet ahead of the Lion’s Paws.

My skin grows tight as the hunger racks my body I shudder from the sting of the wind. So long I’ve sinned and pinned to the ground by the rock of my prison my wings are unable to find. The wind to lift above the deception and lies of those sold out to shade. I got a spark and the fuel of a fire that burns brighter and higher than the flames of his arrow or edge of his blade.

The surface looms so far above that reaching it is a dream I once had as I slept God pulled me to life. The air consumes each fiber of my lungs burns with the desire to be rid of my strife. All reason and folly like Matthew and Molly are a dance with a smile fed by gin. My answers don’t follow nor the dreams that I swallow without the courage to ever begin.

What sort these words to provoke the anger and retribution of men. Where, why and when are the questions we’re asking in a world without end. I had no shame nor blame for those who found us of long word. We wore our heart and the part where they wept we stood kindly aside with power inside knowing victory had come to this World.

Is hope a measurement and if so of what? The propensity to believe, not just in things uncommon but things rumored, foretold or unseen transcends the boundaries of culture, race and nationality. Therefore theories to which like people gather in agreement must possess a certain quality of truth, credibility or fill an empty desire for sensationalism present in all manner of global peoples. But Hope seems to be the one positive reflection that appears most common to people in their daily attempt to overcome the obstacles associated with life’s struggle. Therefore this peculiar element demands close review. What is the measure of hope and its benefits or detractors.

Recently there has a been a significant campaign by scientists to bridge the gap to spirituality with psychological explanations of those things which science being limited to the real, nature or experiment tested subjects has been lithe to explain. For example; “Hope doesn’t relate to IQ or to income,” says psychologist Shane Lopez, PhD, a senior scientist at Gallup and author of the 2013 book “Making Hope Happen.” “Hope is an equal opportunity resource.” Quoted from

SCIENCE WATCH

Mission impossible

Being hopeful is good for you — and psychologists’ research is pinpointing ways to foster the feeling.

By Kirsten Weir

October 2013, Vol 44, No. 9

What Science seemingly intends to create an idea that hope may be increased, taught and built upon but fail to adequately explain hope’s original birthplace. And in so doing scientists may expertly deal with the utilization, outcomes and expectations of hope without violating their original premise that Science can deal with nothing outside of the natural. Remember science rigidly depends on that which is testable, explainable and natural so to explain the Positive inherent nature of a quality that people simply have requires a step outside of Scientist’s reach. Just as the understanding of hope demands such stretch so does the calculation of its measurement which is Faith. The Bible on the other hand has no such struggle nor difficulty in explaining those things which are Spiritual and fully explains the origin and the measure of hope for all men to readily understand. Question; Would you rather accept understanding from a discipline that admittedly is performing mental gymnastics in its capacity to explain life’s characteristics or go to a source that has no problem in its explanation and use?

This is the magic of the modern educator. They can explain spirituality without ever having had a raisin of it in their crumpet. Much the same as the United States Currently struggles in understanding that you cannot have a Sovereign Constitutional Republic without a relationship with God who gave U.S. the Sovereignty inherent to its creation. To measure Hope you must understand its collective result called Faith. And to understand that measure you must have first accepted God’s existence without which Faith is impossible for it is beyond the measures of science.

Faith is the mature expectation that God’s Promises are real and that somehow things are going to work out regardless that sensory data tells us the opposite. So faith looks outside the Science of senses to provide the Hope and the eventual Faith to believe that things are going to be alright even when they are drastic or tragic in the moment. It seems unlikely that science can make the leap to adjudicator, explainor or trainor in a discipline which their tools are inadequate to explain. I get the pressure to explain those things within life that are beyond one’s own capacity, understanding or belief, but to do so we must venture into that dangerous area of opinion. Opinion by its nature is subjective and therefore must rely on an established credibility of man to be retained, accepted and believed. God does not require that credibility be established for His Word Prevails, exists and cannot be disproven. You see God establishes understanding He does not require that you believe it to establish His or the Truth’s Credibility. It simple is and it is true without your or my subjective opinion or approval.

God describes the nature of Hope as a belief in things not yet seen which is fully consistent with the idea its understanding is outside of the senses for it is inconsistent with what is currently being seen by the individual and rather a belief in something different than what our eyes are telling us. How does one develop, reward or increase the capacity to not trust their senses? How is that even possible to scientifically train oneself to not follow your senses but believe something in spite of them? That is belief. A reach outside the understanding of the individual to the acceptance of Sovereignty. You see we choose to believe the Higher Credibility of God’s Word to the fragile and limited data perceived in our senses. That is something that science may only guess upon which labels science as a fragile, limited discipline compared to Faith in Almighty God.

You want power over this life and understanding beyond the limited disciplines of this world, the only way is Faith, Hope and Belief upon the Things of God, Without which you will be forever limited to the parameters of the natural and experiential, which is illogical by nature for all of us know that there are spiritual things that cannot simply be explained by our senses or science. I pray you find an expanded universe and become powerful in hope through relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ the King of Everything.