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.

I had not died the thousand times I’ve tried or mercifully relented to the hand that kept me from eternity. In dancing my timeless trot, Rethinking each old thought I remembered what had been taught about the things we should or ought. Embraced by the perfect envelope of someone’s greater intention, glued to objectives beyond my plan, outside my scope, up a downward-sloping righteous left turn to somewhere I’d never gone with directions in a language beyond my reckoning. I wept when I should have cried told the truth when I clearly should have lied and relived the thousand times I almost died in perpetuity. All the while a smile graced my face like a comedian from outer space I looked upon this reality and guffawed openly.

Transdental does not mean moving teeth but the science of compliance within a maze run by ferrets that inherits its rule of engagement from a cruelish segment seeking comic relief in the brief tragic failure of man’s hopeful flight. When we’ve seen dawn no sundown measures the treasures of awakening to one’s next chance at life. Resplendent opportunity practiced with impunity, in obscurity lacking surety on a horizon with no beginning racing toward the end. Whom shall I befriend, when the sheriff seems a miscreant and the angel’s non committal in rehearsal of fates reversal, studying universal truths with local prospectus non comformis ad homenim in formatum. That there’s is hair at all for the cat to make a ball choking out the squall from time’s tragic tempest set to metronome.

Clearly nothing fades, no colors revert to shades the sharpest crimson blades do not steal the fake from real nor end the whole ordeal as we’ve been invited to a meal set for Sinners come to Saints. One faints in realization of salvation of a nation locked down by proclamation without career or recreation to sing of the thing that we though came with Spring. No Author of our quandary no logic to our wondery mixed in with dirty laundry we found the Hopeful thing. Among the misbegotten, set aside from all that’s rotten, the metal had been wrought in the recycling that we’d brought in that others had forgotten we found the answers to treasures in measures meant for Kingdoms well beyond us we enjoyed by those with scant appetite and faded to history a mystery for Pathologists.

Stride found in miles wondering aloud how the proud ran the race with no shoes and no place to put the baggage we’d collected, somehow its all connected so quizzically predilected while most stood by unaffected. It all has been determined, the rats eternally vermined, the Nazi’s are still Germaned and wanting of a war. The soar above the heaven in their virtue and their leaven wanting that it all was seven not a remix of six upon six. We waited at the portal to become something other than mere mortal. All the while a pile of passion and regret over which we eternally fret never wanting to forget that we are the Teacher’s Pet destined for some higher learning and the others to inquiry’s burning the lakes forever churning in the memories of what was. Too peaceful to be brutal to useful for discard we had to think so hard and long of a sufficient little song to sing the Tale of Wrong done Right for for when they set to flight with High Priest just to the Right of the Father we all Love.

So many paths lay before the feet of Man. Tossed about by the waves of indecision and personal dependence we may find ourselves searching water, land and sky for some indication of the best route. That is the price of errant wisdom, absent understanding or reliance upon the voice of self direction. Who do you trust, and why?

Some of us have paid the price of elevated self esteem or too consistent self reliance. If I have no wisdom to share yet consistently demand that my voice is the only one worth following, I am in a world of heart before I’ve begun any venture. Is it then prerequisite to finding the correct path through life a humbling event or wisdom injection invalidating the superiority of self reason and reliance? Apparently, until that event occurs the divinely inspired path through or beyond this life is unavailable.

Additional concerns regarding opposing deceivers demand caution in listening to any suggestion along the way. Why? because trust is a commodity rarely purchased without pain. We must put to test those recommendations and so often find them false having had to pay the price of dependence upon their wisdom. Not all voices may be trusted and must be tested to determine their worth. Just as with the voice of self, there are influences who either know very little about what they are suggesting or take pride in leading those trusting astray. We must then develop a mature discernment for recommendation and fully determine who and how we will determine voices worthy of reliance.

This is the dilemma of the worldly, for they may never know whom to trust until having lost some skin in the game. That is not so with God, for every Word that proceeds from His Mouth is viable and productive food for the journey. Everything that God tells us to do or direct us toward is safe, sound, consistent and reliable for he has no false spirit nor does he delight in leading any astray. The Way that God sets before each person is built upon foundation, wisdom, trust and strength. Therefore those who choose to trust God are always headed the right direction and toward the best available destination. And that humbling moment and turn from self reliance occurs at the admission or confession of sinfulness. So, those who trust in God have already been rid of the false sense of security associated with self belief.

Jesus provided the road map to the only path to everlasting life when the veil of this life is traversed. It is a path that requires attention, listening, learning, growth and enduring qualities for none of the lessons are easy and most require transformation. However once on the path and attention paid to consistently following the inerrant direction of God’s Word each believer may be assured with direction, purpose and destination. Trust in God is Sure IN deed. In this certainty men who have taken to the Way have an independence of thought from the world around them and a reliance of surety placed upon the Lord.

Don’t you want to always go the right direction, speed and end up where you wanted to go? Don’t you want to be able to trust every recommendation and avoid the pitfulls and back tracking associated with poor directions? Don’t you want to escape the implications of having traveled the wrong road, the dangerous road or the road fraught with disturbance? There is one path certain, one path sure beyond all others, one voice worth following and one savior who delivered us from Sin and Death. His Name is Jesus, The WAY the Truth and the Life and no one comes to the Father but through Him.

How much you want to bet there were people who knew George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Ben Franklin who asked them to stop what they were doing, counseling them it was foolish and that they would end up bankrupt and destroy what had already been built? Who has the loudest voice in your life? Is it a naysayer? The most damage ever done to the human spirit to prevail is done by those surrounding each person, chipping away at their intention to do something worthy or righteous. Are you counseling those around you to be fearful or to pull back from completing that which God has programmed into their soul?

Day after day I hear people mourn the lack of love one’s support in the great things they have planned for their families or the community around them. We perhaps have forgotten the pivotal importance and the affect we have upon all those in our sphere of personal influence. It appears to be associated with the mindset of personally focused importance. That each of us having made ourselves the most important subject in the room, our own story the only one worth hearing have lost understanding of the impact each has upon those who depend our encouragement, agreement or support. How many of us have stopped something truly life changing from transpiring in our simple misunderstanding of our own impact upon those who love us and expect the same?

I would rather be silent then see the effect of my negligence, poor encouragement or rather adverse discouragement of those who have ideas, grand ideas about how they wish to change the world around them. That is not love. Nor is it love to make myself the center of the universe and in so doing diminish the importance of each life that God has graced me to be involved. It is time for me to take the light off myself and place it upon those around me for whom I have some measure of culpability in their prosperity or efficacy for God’s Kingdom. They are not my charge but it is my responsibility to love them the way that I would want to be loved and that is exactly to what I am referring. I would wish that those around me took a conscious participative role in my maturation, even to the point of refraining from the negative words they would deliver simply to see me corrected. I love you folks and I will do nothing to defer, diminish or restrain you in accomplishing the impossible tasks that God has directed for your completion.

Times have changed. Most people have become so self concerned that they no longer even consider the words that they are saying may have a detrimental effect upon the youthful minds surrounding our monologue. Gone are the restraints or governors on our speech such that in the public square children can readily expect to hear the most vulgar dialogue imaginable. It is normal or regular for putrid speech to reach the ears of the innocent, marring, shaping, changing them for a lifetime ahead and yet few of us consider the impact of a moment having that lasting impression. I own my words. Words are the most powerful weapon I have. If I go about with no caution or respect of that potency then when wounds, damage or lasting malformation occurs because of my speech then I should accept the accountability for that flippant regard.

We as Americans have been given liberty to do many things that are considered beyond human reach around the world. Yet, we take it with loose regard as if entitled to these freedoms to such measure that we may escape accountability. With Power comes the responsible use of that authority that it not be wielded in a manner that causes collateral damage. It is time once again to remember that we are not alone in the universe, that young ears and hearts hear everything that we say and are impacted in the wake of our flippancy. I know that I am not in charge of America, but I am in charge of me and the things that I say. I will not have a child damaged by my words just because I had the freedom and the power to say them. My freedom does not outweigh the rights of the innocent. Their future is more important that my will to express my thoughts and though what I need say must be said it must be said at appropriate timing, in jargon and meter that it will not have negative repercussions upon the innocent for whom I am personally responsible to God Almighty.

Never underestimate the impact each of you have on each other’s life. Leave little damage in the wake of your temporary travels through this life. Love them as you would want to be loved. In Jesus’ Name.

Tender reminder of both place and time, The Road rambles on regardless of crime. Hearts easily bruised and seldom to heal, Feeling like dying just part of the deal.

They all told me this would be easy to do, No one remembers the hell we went through. To waken the lonely and get them to stand, free will and courage were in short demand.

The songs that we sing the words we recite, are all short of breath and weakened by sight. The wind on our face and the sky with one cloud, the Voices of danger are so gosh darn loud.

Making melody with the forbidden youth, sweetened the gin with a little vermouth, telling more lies when we cannot afford truth, Why vote by mail when you can step into the booth.

All for the garden the growth and the green, The deal they provide would make us all lean.Fighting for life and life leads us on, To soon for everyone this life wonders on.

A day to remember with out any night, For we slept through the dream and missed all the fight. No one to relieve us from the top of the wall. My date was so pretty dressed up for the ball.

Wind isn’t lonely gripping the plain, the sun has no enemies as it rounds once again. Tis time that has power over man and his plan, and it barely considers where it ends or began.

There is no winner in a race that all end, No day dream to ponder too real to pretend. Harsh scent of day and nights filled with rain, No rest for the wounded and plenty good pain.

The punished few had nothing to do but stand and listen to King’s tale

The prize was to be paid at the end of parade, regardless of win, lose or fail.

So step to the back and put up your sack removing the purple, the blue and the black

Don’t stop to worry about feint or attack, Just fight with all fury and never Look Back.

To write about Love, it’s understanding must be assumed. Or perhaps it is the process of learning to love about which we cautiously reflect? However those who know not its potency, power and portability, will never enter or approach conversation regarding its supple reminder of the sweet things in life. For their journey is hard fought, to win, collect and leave the victor of life having won as many material and reward points possible. Love will never be their last word unless it is the regret of never having done so.

We are in a battle of loving intention, though many play to take no prisoners, offering none forgiveness and hoping beyond measure that enemies fail, fall and flounder in their throws toward death. But this life was created by the Loving Hands that meant all men splendor and well being in eternal means. It may be defeated temporarily by siphoning all its gusto, treasure and manly measure but may never be overcome without reflection upon loving people so much that the true value is what has been forfeit for others to reach the everlasting. Love looks to reach eternity together, those who cannot love will always be alone.

The men and women who ventured into the foundation, construction and maintenance of America did it as a venture of Love, giving all that some may live in Liberty. The equation was simple yet impossibly achieved without the egalitarian respect and love of those around you. For America required that many would give their last breath or living nectar to establish the rights and freedoms for those held dear. It was a choice made in love that could only be made by those who understood love and the ideals of everlasting life. For an Eternal God granted US sovereignty to reign over ourselves in self governance that we might love those living beside as much or more that ourselves. This was an experiment not entered for coin, or fame, or pleasure but for the living of a life filled with the loving care and kindness of those who would bound together with US.

It sputters and gasps for revival, even now, the love that so tenderly nourished America’s Life has gone dry, or cold or hard. Men once steeped in the understanding of self sacrifice and leadership for the families furtherance now utter pause when faced with making a choice for the many or the one. Love if not completely forgotten was sidelined replaced with the deceitful temporary accomplishments of self actualization and pride. Love for the many became focus on the one, something akin to worship of the fallen, wanting every road to lead to my own gratification, edification or glorification. But lacking love these pursuits filled with prideful intent were never the highest pursuits of man made living. Lacking Love all things fall shallow of the heights reached by them who hold Love dear. Love for their Creator reflected in obedient stewardship of all that we’ve been given. Love for ourselves reflected upon the loving faces surrounding US in knowledge of our kindness and care for one another.

This war was won upon the Cross, with Love. There is no way any God crawls upon a wooden Cross to be nailed upright to choke to death on his own fluids without loving those He Created So Much that He was willing to take the only steps that could possibly save them from Separation and eternal suffering. Our God Loves US enough to pay the only sacrifice that would stop US from losing it all at the end of our short existence. He gave it all that we might find it all in a life lived with the rich value of Loving Kindness in our hearts that we might find fulfillment in this life and the next. Without that sacrificial gift none of US would ever be a true success at life, never knowing that sacrificial love necessary to make others lives more precious than our own and in so demonstrating to God that we understood Love.

Now is not the time to put on brutality and storm the enemy camps killing all in sight hoping that none take another breath, hoping to have eradicated evil from the land in that process. For in so doing we ourselves would have replaced that evil with our own, becoming the unloving bread of man necessary to making this life all that there is. It is time for Love, time for forgiveness, time for mercy, care, understanding and yes some decision made that will make no sense to those who could consume their brethren. We were meant to understand the preciousness of life so we can never consume it as if it were something simply taken for granted and easily dispatched. This is going to be the toughtest time in man’s history the time that we do the greatest thing for God we have ever and love them enough to change their hearts.

America was made for those who love others more than themselves. It was designed by a Creator who gave wise men the understanding of those principals at the pinnacle of human achievement. For in practicing these rare skills that make no worldly sense we begin to reflect the permanency of Heaven’s Own. In rising above the consuming emotions of pride and retribution we learn to let life be life and trust God to transform it for His Good Purpose. We learn to walk in a faith that makes even the greatest challenge simple, for they are faced with the loving understanding of being in the Father’s grasp at time of testing. We were designed to bring those greater revelations to mankind in this temporary lifetime that they might yearn for life everlasting in the knowledge of something beyond ourselves awaiting all who ask in eternity. The Love of God for mankind, is the Greatest Gift we will ever Know. In Jesus’ Loving Name.

Did you see her roaming untethered,free by all definition? What gave her that casual smile, that long winded song and the prancing step a quarter beat swifter than norm? What seemed odd about her visage, something younger, different, nonplussed? I liked this side of midnight where morning promised daylight beyond the feathered ridge, up where Goyahkla bathed. Down hill a promise for the winded man, propelling onward as fast as little wheels turn. She had found revival and the sound of her beating heart reverberated in echo across canyons wide and tunnels long. The song of a life lived in promise.

What did she whisper as you leaned forward to feign the strain of hearing? What pleasantries were promised, mysteries foretold or years turned back by offerings beyond wisdom’s holler? Why have you become the proud recipient of her graces, charmed to be filled with secrets held in check for mastery? What fancy is found in her eye when reminded of you? What treasuries have become accessible that previously required heaven’s disposition? Where do they sell tickets to the fantasy facade? How have you been offered waiting forum as escort to the ball of balls, where dreamers catch the rainbow and pots of gold are child’s play?

Kicked up sand at you she did. Left in the dust to rust with a sense of something must be done but who to trust. All calamity’s carry the essence of humor, serious in tragedy’s remembrance but humorous in clumsy repartee. What dances were you taught or lessons bought to become so caught up in the whirlwind of magistry’s possession? Clamoring to cause effect, erect bridges in honor of her heroes traversing to connect the elect with the established. Dust upon my brow I sit here for now wondering beyond ponder where to wander over yonder. The gleam is distinct, ringed with calloused roses hard pressed to smooth beauty.

This is no kings parade, but the mark of made men, jockeying for an eyeful of comeliness. The brilliant and the bashful, burning a can trash full, smashing all the china in fireplaces too practical for romantic gesture. Burning sense immense that in defense of sitting upon the fence one finds whence one was meant to venture. Capitalize on pretty little cinnamon eyes, and tears of gold like tiny lies define the wise, cut brutish saints right down to size as manly cries overflow each palace chalice. The race is on to overcome but for some not quite that dumb they succumb to the lure of ordure upon furniture. To raise aloft in toast great men, dipping deep the inky pen of nights gone bye and days left past upon each crevasse the die is caste.

Now franchise wealth in desert dreams as piled paper descends to unfettered reams nothing real or true it seems to separate our hearts upon the seams. No packaged flaw or unkempt pause will lead us to worthy cause to feed the gaping endless maws or hand quatrain sufficient clause. So song so closes with no reposes leaving Moses in Aaron’s plight within sight the land of honeyed milk, dressed in linen wanting silk no sludge will budge the waiting bilk no understanding of such palsied ilk. This day was set when she did smile a while torn to reconcile each file aligned for mile upon mile don’t leave what’s pure for man’s defile. Cap the well of hapless folly To land’s so grand we’ll go by golly with bellies full and hearts quite Jolly to the see the world chasing golden Mollie.

Freshening Winds, hollers from past wound intent on disrupting the power of the present with the impotency of things gone bye. I dusted the hair from her cheek with a sweep of my thumb, then gripping the steering wheel with renewed vigor, I said, “Where to next”. In the folly of our escape from time’s constraining minute hands, we had determined to finish whatever we started before jointly moving on. Having spent hours walking the streets in prayer the Lord called us onward to provoke the next movement in His powerful intercession. My fellow catalyst and I tasted that freshening breeze for the Father’s small quiet voice and heard nothing but the wind scratching the branch across my side mirror. Wait it is, the resounding rule for times when God has not yet given direction. Time to find a good quiet spot and patiently live while waiting for whisper.