In rest they find the peace of God. Far away from strife and reason spiced by worry and weight. The dates remove from minds filled with concern and challenge. No comfort in the machinations of the human mind. Too soon but none the less just right.

This is not the dance to which we wished invite. Absent the loving words and days with laughter and light. No words, bludgeons against the bales of upset few. To lay in straw and watch the night and weather wander. To be awakened to good memory.

So many failures in times when success should mind the farm. Kittens and minders wrestling and rustling the thoughts as corrals for animals unsettled. Feet and resting heads bring sleep to arms and eyes so used to anguish and cautious moments.

This is not the winding path of resolve beyond tomorrow. A broad, indifferent highway twice removed from blessings of blood and remembrance. All are forgiven who offer up the madness of past and porous nightmare. Plunged into the clarity of evaporating suns.

So sorted and sorry that these boxes must be emptied. Too close to the finish unready, unsteady and marred by hopeless wells of tears and sadness. No more fresh watered faces shall paint the walls of my treasured halls. To see the smiles of all those given.

One decision for a man who cannot whitewash fences, finding in the broad brush of friendship and understanding the will to see all happy. No common thing to find oneself useless in the seas of dwindling importance. To be flicked from unbalanced wing.

May my wake produce the lasting impressions of character I’m lacking. To see the burdens of life and power lifted. And the promise of hopeful days reflected on faces twice forgotten. When you are weighted mind, then being drawn as a sieve in healthy relief of the masses.

Not the plenty that we all once expected. But the scarce instants into which love and life injected. A cautious but easy heart find you on the horizons absent season. No burr or burden offered and joyous casting into lakes filled by promise and peaceful reason.

The world in gold, pomp and crimson shining in hypnotic blaze. Singing the songs of men gone wrong to find our lamps polished. Three dreams and satin seams. Perplexed, confused and dismayed at the gravity and weight of man’s entrapment. How is the bedazzling so commonly complete? That in this moment of greatest worth we squint and blink at light’s passing?

From what are we running and to what are blindly marching? Not a widget, sounding board or sequenced equation producing x result. We speak as the eternal yet find ourselves moored in taffy of this temporary misunderstanding of the sublime. The elite practice inhumanity and tether their worth to this false proclamation that money knows forever. When they have never met.

Giving is not a plan to achieve some objective intent. For if they knew God’s measure and crafting the authenticity of His Word would remake the world around us. Humbled by obedient mountains delivering themselves to oceans on demand. In the scarcity of power we found that we had always been beyond restraint. Freed prisoners respond not the warden’s warning.

Stars expect the stellar visit of those eclipsing mass, light and gases. Beckon not oh distant moon the delight of my awe stricken madness. For worthy, not found in the realization of my wanting, resides and waits quietly upon the sands of time’s river. To be known at moment’s founding the treasures greater than a man may excavate or bear. In delight of seamless mortar, pressed against the mooring stone we were never nor shall be alone.

Cannot walk outside the skin and counsel the hand of time. Trying to swim upstream sidestroke while breaking branches with molars. Feet on the outside of my socks and shoes. Nosebleeds from the pressures of thought and concrete. These are the days when men are supposed to pray, kneel and acquiesce to the guiding Hand of God.

Standing looking through unfelled tears. Expecting close proceedings where judges freed by the rote of unwilling souls express the sanity of the Divine. Into the well of misbehavior we counsel ourselves silly. With slow steady stares our smiles guide the fruitful to delivery. There is no escalator for these branches must be ascended to perch with view across the majesty.

Into the inglorious mist of my own regard. Gleaning meanings and sustenance from the Bread beyond control of the minutes and memories. Beyond my recall, I fell into the comfort of God’s intention and plan for my existence. With hope the promise came as planned and twice as fast as anticipation’s hunger.

Wiggle, fiddle and shake. Two handfuls of acrimony and sin, I leave before the rock of remaking. Worries strewn along the path to priesthood. Departing from footsteps cast about in mud and earthquake on shaky ground. Perfectly honed by the shaping of reason outside of definition. Into the arms of Almighty I plunge knowing that our paths cross at my relinquished grasp.

What hope has man bridled by the limits of mortality? What forever may be seen except in imaginary days and nights? What prime for pump to bring the waters of life that come from beyond tomorrow? How unhappy the resolve of man held in the clutches of time and the vast passing sands of a world beyond escaping? Joy in the treasures wept.

Awry. Scattered, pieces, slices, widgets spread far and wide. As if chaos had a holiday.

Donuts and decisions. Bitter coffee, cold and old with a back taste of Styrofoam. In Conclusion.

They dismantled populations. Razed from ground to sky. Miles of smiles, plunged into hopeless night.

Bullets without bandages. Terror to sell tickets and boost banks. While children were unsafe.

Without rhyme and far too soon for reason. The pages filled with parlay and vaudevillian fools.

For islands had come undone. Moorings loosed in circular tides and crashing wave. Sneakers on the beach.

And the bird puzzled above. Eagle’s eye dwelling too high for color and peace. Removed from oblivion.

We caught a few winks. As we stood toes hanging over the brink of tomorrow. Remiss.

Unfortunate few, no tickets, nor attendance. Watched. Left out to dry in the noonday sun.

We ambled toward resolution, accidentally. Caught up in the maelstrom of boredom and brief.

Entertaining lost souls and the mourning of the long since dead. Tears no longer present nor useful.

In the flurry of winter’s plunge. Our tightened shawl hid our prayers from the dying. Hardened by the quickened pulse of time.

We applauded sound, shout and whisper. Waiting for the rise. And the Glorious expected delivery of forever.

Within my own power, performance and potential, at no instance have I felt sufficient to the tasks before me. That all changed when I believed in Christ Jesus and walked with God’s Holy Spirit. Yet, to this day, my inadequacies represent the greatest challenges for this life. There is no enemy over top me. Rather they look upon my works and wants to find method for dragging, luring or inciting me to injustice. The seed of my own downfall always rises from the mortal heart I so desperately seek to leave behind. Being caught in the eternal web and prison of this temporary existence is the most frightening element when confronted by the Face of God.

This victory then has never been my own. Simply accepting and believing upon the gift of deliverance from my own evil is nothing to sport as self-achievement. Jesus did all of this, His Word, constant reminder and conviction to continue onward seeking His likeness. Yes, there are moments when I reflect in some small measure His character. Those pale in comparison to the grand stampede of His memorable impacts and miracles He conducts, commands and completes through my use as insufficient vessel. The ironic evidence is that through that continued use i am somehow repaired, made new, repurposed.

Therefore, it is me from which I seek freedom. I long to leave behind in the wake of this diminishing world the dark lacquer of its oily sheen. The antipathy expressed and misunderstanding of the joy of being washed clean typifies the importance of relief. They hate what they cannot have and mock the meekness of those committed to a lifelong waith upon the works of God within. Contrary to the doubt and failure associated with my constant attempts to be good enough while embroiled in self-struggle the victories mount in the life set before me. God continues to shred the concept of my failures as being a final resting place of my character and eulogy. For now I will live on to arrive in the promise of His vision of the man I was always meant to become.

There is no measure for the elation in this knowledge. No expression or description of those things beyond my current comprehension. I have a relationship with the Father. This does not mean I fully know Him for His thoughts are so far above my own that the words escape. It is reasonable to worship the Holy, Righteous and Benevolent Creator of all things. Additionally, it is sensible to commit everything I am and have to my own refinement in His Word, Council and Education. There is no argument to be had regarding the decisions of another man’s heart. For to me, my heart bleeds for those who cannot see the wickedness and absolute despotism of self-reliance. God Knows me and that is more than I will ever deserve or need. He has shown me and I trust that to win, the man I was must fade in to a past I am sorry I ever experienced. I pray that as it dissolves so does the will to see it revived, fed and supported. In Jesus’ Name.

Sad moments, not anniversaries. Indifferent to joy’s influx. Predominantly sour. Embellished in dreams of fame, fortune and clarified reason. Tap dancing to promised fulfillment. Another’s wake for the sake of wedding sadness with Midnight.

Reluctant to start something. Anything is better than zero’s and columns anecdote filled. To challenge the hope of dying early we walk ourselves silly. Into valley’s of dominant neurosis we chant into the darkness at midday.

Polished stones of sharpened gristle. Tough as debauchery and inclined to wisdom’s flight. A night full of light. A day full of poignant, glistening madness. Spring remanded winter to annual irrelevance. Brim’s embellished with crimson and clad with golden goodness.

Mixed a lot. Tossed a coin just to practice faith in contemplation’s council. My luck was better off losing without expectation of victory. Walking in certainty certainly has a different ringtone. All that promise rejects the notion of doubt.

In the window the shiny eyes of young love. Wicked and wanton, the human wains continuously. Drained by the exhortation of bubbles, miracles and fireworks. Gone to everlasting, left yesterday. May this day be the one you were foretold.

The Great I Am never forgot, this the lesser of two evils. Speaking ill of dignitaries remonstrates the kindling with flint stricken. Absorbed by parlor tapestries, crossed my name from the seated names only to stand and watch.

Weeping, salty goodness, proof of life. Into absurdity we are projected for the tamed foolish were gone for the weekend. When will they eradicate the Papacy. Crumbling Dads and has-been of husbandry. The Prowess of the tone deaf.

There is no respect for me as criticism and candid faithful fodder spew upon the unsuspecting. Wading into the crowd, twice as loud as the coming fall of night. Walking upon the crushed blossoms of fruitful fealty. We stand sober. Awake the dream.

Depending upon the unsaid items within a scroll of intention, clearly surreptitious manipulation of the factors to produce a potentially unfavorable outcome for the party unaware. All items must be transparently reviewed in consideration of agreement or covenant, for the unmentioned bullets are the potential death of mutual understanding.

We do not seek to hide or coerce but to make conscious choice having prayed about and contemplated the hazard and reward of such venture. I want to offer no surprises at a date passed the time for vows and commitment. I pray my life is wide open. All facets and aspects of the jewels and weights are inspected, known and properly measured.

For it is such before the eyes and throne of a Holy God. There is nothing unknown, nothing hidden, nothing held in check as potentially distasteful. I want truth and should champion my own willingness or resistance to revelation of all components of this reality called my life. Therefore, it is in humility before His sight that I must declare, uncover and reveal all.

Lord, make me a clean slate seen by all who are counting upon that full understanding. Father, let me practice this policy throughout life that when we meet there is nothing in reserve or protection of concealment. For when revealed before Your Throne I will be totally undone, embarrassed and made foolish for that attempt at concealment.

When giving, let me give with joy without intention or expectation of self glorification. When helping let me be true in what may be offered and lay down my life for those who You have told me to defend. When venturing let me offer every ounce of will, treasure, thought and effort to mission completion for You My King. Let all be left on the field of each day. In Jesus’ name.

What do you pursue? Is it akin to the promises made in absolute Power? Or have you relegated yourself to direction of final fulfillment in Your own Will? What does God direct? Is that consistent with your pursuits and if not how is there any sufficient argument to reconcile the twain? As He is the only bridge across the gap into everlasting. How then may something be bridged by your own understanding of effort? How may you reach the unreachable?

These days are clearly those outlined in God’s Word, A Word that not one yod or tittle shall pass away. Christ told us all that we need for preparation. How am I moving around the existing furniture of my life in vast disregard of that which my Spirit knows confronts Man? There is no alternate quest so gravitationally pressing. What impacts or achievement seek ye? What is the hill upon which you would make your final stand?

The enemy is amassed to battle Christ. We see the spirit of Anti-Christ upon the hills of the world’s assault. We taste the bitter air and water of their fulfilling hate for God. Is that Spirit deceiving me in any instant? Am I drawn to a pursuit of pathways disobedient to Christ Jesus? Am I conversely drawn to be set apart Holy, Righteous and Pure as God IS? Am I I am kin having made a confirmation to live as Christ? What is the nature of adoption into Supremacy? Do I defame, blame, spew and confirm my blasphemy and betrayal?

Or do I now live as declaration of the Spirit within me? What fruits do I bear as evidence of this resolution and stance? For I seek the opportunity to stand behind Christ Jesus or beside Him as friend at that faithful day and hour of the World’s Judgment. I will not conform to the basket of upheaval that leads to standing before Him in declaration and accountability for my disobedience and deception. This is the time we all requested. This is the time of account and walk, regardless or in align with spoken Word and my own word. This is who i will become for all to see. Walking with Christ Jesus, alone or with the World on the broad boulevard to damnation. May the light guide your steps to everlasting. In Jesus Name.

Is there something that truly matters? Character perhaps? If you don’t believe that try doing something that will ruin you at your job and within your family. There are few things that matter in life more than the brief moments of experience. Having been the participant of good decisions as well as some truly awful choices, given the redo would love to step away from our worst decisions. Not just the act but the horrific impacts of some decisions follow us our entire lives.

My history is a land mine of poor choices. Certainly, I would rather discuss in open forum the challenges and grand successes, but there greater public impact and example from the times I have truly blown it. Therefore, often I begin with the worst and hopefully will get around to the best to be fair. As the lasting impact of my successes though brief and wonderful or at least positive to my self-esteem are less favorable to the shaping of my character then I previously understood. My worst moments may have been my best.

I lacked good, solid, healthy formed character for the majority of my youth. Seeking attention instead of love I became a performer for anyone who would listen to the song and dance. The things I did to get that attention were often ghastly. Children must be taught a Biblical understanding of the mirror of commandments from God’s perspective so that they have a measure against which to determine their road. Many young men I counsel these days threw away ten to twenty years of good reputation all for the sake of sin fulfillment.

We are in this life together and will often stand bye watching those with poor or immature understanding continue to be their own worst enemy. To me, those who taught me and those around me applauded my ignorance and foolish acts almost with a sense a sadism at watching a life implode. None of us may blame anyone and escape personal accountability but many of the poorest actions taken by those around me could have been prevented by a strong influential word or staying hand.

I don’t like the willingness to exhibit weak character and oft times find myself stopping these days before taking an action because of the potential for negative life impact. Perhaps the greatest learning is that there will always be some measure of yearning, even for the wrong thing, such that we must develop a good sense of self control to avoid that negativity. In Godly reflection other people must matter more than self. What I do to them carries greater impact to my character than the harm or mishaps I create for myself. Therefore, in maturity I must test ever intention and drive to see if it will solicit or create an adverse effect upon those around me. Love, after all commands this understanding.

I am not afraid of making mistakes, I am conscious of their potential for lasting impact. I am continually upset by my exhibition of poor behavior or making totally self-centered decisions that should have clearly been more well thought or not taken. What of my meanness or terse retort? Everyone that knows me sees that lack of perfection. However, I serve a wonderful God who gave me the power and intelligence to rise above my simple lack of skill or emotional understanding to do the right thing or say the encouraging instead of critical. Now that I am no longer afraid I may look back on well-considered action and see that in rare moments I am exhibiting character of a man I never thought to become.

Lord, let me be reflective, conscious and mirror your righteous choices. Let me step away when there is no positive impact upon others or to be seen in my own outcomes. Let me walk in the Spirit and do the right thing, say the right words and think the right thoughts that at some distant moment I may be thankful I took these right works. I know that I am not what I’ve done Lord, but my works still reflect the poisoned or healthy heart within my chest. Let me have a pure, considerate and thoughtful heart and defer or step away from the opportunities to display poor or lacking good character. Let me be like you. In Jesus’ name.

On to Lillibar. Holding thoughts to bare minimum. Constructing avenues through dendrites and axiom via highways of disrepair. Expectant of fires on horizons yet contemplated or seen. Places I’ve never been on ground fresh and sullen. Swollen with possibility and promise. Lies may find no deep seed in ground so pure and passion free. What lilacs and Lilly’s tell of preaching bells and pirouettes. All for the purpose of pure joy and reason.

Where is doubt to be found in answered promise? How lively the step of men once terminal? Where, the destination of those who had nothing? Perhaps, the simple breath of men let loose? Holding high the torches that defeated night and the onslaught of impending dark. We found our way to those valley’s beyond the seeds of nightmare and gravity. Into a smidgen of perception we followed the splintered light through keyholes and cupboards.

Has pain now left us as old, accustomed friend. Leaving us ready for the better things to come. Upon which we placed our hope only to know them before that end is realized. That day, for which we believed shines oh so near out at the limits of my foresight. We are relieved in the air and water that seems somehow healed of poisons and displeasure. Seeing children in love, without fear chasing the endless possibilities of dream.

Dance with me, not for passions pursued but for the sake of giving honor to the well spring of joy and life yet found. Everlasting has always been before us. We have now the eyes to see beyond the torture of boundary and break. To see into what once was void now ocean of understanding, expectation and limitless idea. We have stepped across the threshold to marry God. And those things we shall see and hear will fulfill the promise of Divine.