What treasures I have walked right bye, foolishly brandishing a list of requirements and expectations? The King’s good gifts are meant to amaze and surprise not fulfill worldly projection or fulfillment of Earthly wounding. May the Lord heal the internal abrasions of this world and may I never do the unloving thing of projecting that healing upon another human.

You are good enough and so am I. No amount of bending, contusion, extrusion, folding, mending, shaping necessary. When love is given and freely received it is always by the person accepting the now for the time in anticipation. If a person must be changed to be considered acceptable then the parting gifts will be the only useful experiment.

I seek the Divine. Opportunities not created by me but for me to prepare me for an expectedly wonderful future. To take from the Hand of God and say, “This is exactly what I need in other humans” is declaration of desired foolishness. For God’s Word says not to depend upon human understanding but to wait upon His guidance in direction.

Am I willing to admit right out that there are times when what I thought I wanted was so much less than what God has given? Yes. Are there times when I yearn for a thing and find that choosing early deprives me of the blessing beyond expectation having waited upon God? Also yes. My pain has always been found in the yearning or impatience.

My life may go bye in chastisement, shaping, honing and steady march with the objective, perfection. Or there may be a steady lope toward the light, experiencing mysterious and unexpected people, places and experiments. I will not make anyone miserable by conforming them to my expectations and depriving them of God’s sovereign ability to surprise.

Moved by nothing, heard by few, talked about by many, some in derision others in curiosity. Weight for the sake of power serves purpose. Freedom for the sake of complacency seeds none. Talk to the wind about obstacles or the seas about the shoreline. Changes in thought don’t necessarily translate into effort or success. All are defeated who wish to be.

I offer a lent hand. Glue must be applied to seal the deal. Laminin is not for all but needed by entirety. Time resists us, we decide to fight against the indomitable. What determines my victory? The things I do are not sufficient to stop the impending push of gravity or energies of universe in full swing. Thrust not always sufficient to escape.

Walking in careful measure helps when encountering gravel or thin ice. Why would one wish to improve their saunter? The trigonometry of communication is never mastered in mathematics. Knowing all the equations and numbers insufficiently conceals the fear and nervousness While body language sings a different tune.

Please listen to the words when its clearly never been my ability to offer them. Simply the go between traveling a lake of promise delivering divine goods. Why fear the storm when arrival is for certain. If I must walk lake’s bottom in one breath, then that is exactly what shall occur. Don’t dream when the evidence stands in front of you beckoning forward. Some think me foolish.

Springs set in the quiet moves of midnight or the rustling moments where the light breaks through the night, we are readied or found wanton. Leaning into the wind as it freshens against my person. I do not wait upon tomorrow but welcome it as it arrives as no surprise. May things grow to replace the need and refresh those who have been tested and tried contemplating weariness or faint.

Complexity is mysteriously attentive. The car wreck from which you could not look away. The pair of eyes in the woods that you felt upon your neck. The quiet, reserved muscly silhouette looking away from the dangers ravaging the world around. Into the event horizon we fell because in that moment nothing would remain hidden, forever.

Ambiguity a gauntlet of apparent indecision. Captured and quiet looking for the pathway through the maze, but happy to discover that internal mapping makes you king of your domain. For those who spend their lives wandering will at some point lose hope and be thankful when you suddenly appear. Savior of the moment.

What are each of us given that brings the priceless man to the window of recognition? What if being difficult, mysterious, incongruent with the norm were device to solve this dimension’s wounding? Aloof can be on the roof, in the garage, a team or workplace seeking blend while truly wanting mend. All reason applies in fantasy.

Tempered for the pathways winding dangerously close to the doorway of Hades. Shadows, bogs and fallow grounds bereft of Spirit’s minding lay in wait for those seeking escape from the prying eyes and mouths of mankind. Convincing is contagious as we seek restitution for that which we yet have in discovery. Health evades the poisoned.

What reality leads each man into freedom? Do the moorings of life in sovereign stance evade countenance as we believe ourselves the victim? What then is a poor, wounded or unlikely king to find that will lead to coronation and contentment? Into the streams of darkened perception, we wallow, until the light we sought washes it clean.

Understanding is redemption for then belief and supplication may follow. In the winding halls of time, gravity and dimension we find delicate and mesmerizing fate. Finding hope in the decode. We walk through worlds unintended. And in so doing unravel our own mystery as we have always been seen naked, cold, hungry, tired and alone.

In compassion’s address we find the love we’ve been missing. Hiding next to the frozen, terrified child unwilling and unable to step into the light for fear. In boldness or coldness, we forsake the many and the plenty hoping to accommodate our dreams and knowledge with examples of our own judgment. For being one of many somehow makes things right.

Tried to play that tune today. Fingers failed. But the tear in my mind’s eye got bigger.

Dropping out of nowhere. In hope of seeing the unreal. In miracle my belief restored.

Walking the same old road. Leading alongside yesterday’s upset. Met tomorrow’s regret.

At some point it all fit together. As if had never been apart. Time welcomed soulful embrace.

The dance started slowly. Criminals and servants found footing. The music lured us skyward

And what remained of our intent. We sold to those who would be encouraged. In dreams.

For magic lets the eye be dazzled. Praise befell the empty heart. In silence, giggles echoed.

We came starboard to port. In berth we thought peace our enemy. Furthest from the truth.

Merry’s feat to lift all hearts. Befallen or bedraggled. Sleeping soundly at willows bell.

Time decided not to bother. Viewing us insignificant. Just pests in dandelion’s heat.

We formed something not yet understood. Seldom recommended. An allegiance of spirit.

To reach the heights of Morgan’s Feld. Scanning for fires to the East. As winds freshened.

At night we sought eagle’s perch. In dawn repass of beaver and buck. Hounds bellowed.

Too slippery to stand abreast. Tied by moorings of man and beast. The lurid scene replayed.

Within minds prepared for glory. We found respite and potential. Into the glade descended.

The melody found us. Unrelenting lyrics and hums so grand. We camped another season.

About anybody. The day starts with me thinking, how should I start the day? A satchel full of rules, rituals, and shouda-woulda-couldas. Trying too hard to do things for which I was never capable or qualified. Earning, learning, yearning for things to come out my way at least this once. Resolved to simply convince myself that nobody ever expected that much outta me.

My ignorance, proper excuse for rambling, or bumbling or simply doing very little about anything. Shoot low and when you get the midsection people are actually surprised and comforting. Dumbed down to believing I should wear a frown and spend my greatest effort at becoming a better clown. Relegated to hoping for things I already have, to circumvent the disappointment.

Whirling when the world is at peace. Standing still after the gun shot started the race. Racing when the final bell has sounded to a waiting pillow, can of comatose or electronic box of hypnotism. Thanking those who never gave, giving to those who never needed and taking from those who never had enough. The pilot was asleep at the wheel.

Shall I accommodate your inquiry with a barrage full of accusations and questions? Or simply slur my speech and feebly reach for my victims list of reasons why I never was going to answer. Ill equipped to get out of my own way. Qualified at nothing but self-deception and imaginary efforts. I casually remind you of the self-inspired world I’ve invited, and you’ve ignored.

You were bored so you entertained me. You were tired so you made sure I was awake. You needed love so you thought it wise to ask me who I hated. Leading me astray took so little effort that you never even had to try. The pride was incomplete and the challenge too effortless for bragging rights.

The ship that didn’t come. The family that let me down simply by being poor. Deprived of the shot by the place that God has placed me. I have assumed the position of delegate to the under-achiever, the hopeless and the ill-informed. Fine ammo for conversation with those who could have made something out of nothing. Magicians of circumstance. Finding flight in insufficient lift, speed, acceleration and drag.

Walking in review of morning. Letting the mind be saturated with occurrence, dream and thought. Iteration and defense war for supremacy in transformation. The day holds pregnant moments into which I am invited for participation. Some humbly, some robust but always filled with expectation and excitement.

These are not the contemplations of a man seeking conquest over everything and everyone entering my influence sphere. Interaction with energies: healthy, honest, willing, weak and ill. Defying sometimes the strict navigation through gravity and time. Each episode offering the wisdom of the ages and the moment.

Wielding the sharpness provided. Precision, laceration, cut and run. What is served up in reflection that makes life matter beyond my own reliant wantonness? Marmalade, madness and meditation, content and intervention. Weaving the wonder in sequence with perception of the real.

Can I see around the bend? Can I predict with certainty the process and the pleasure? Can I through acquiescence rescind my quest for chaos? Stepping in time to the rotating rope eager to catch my ankle. I fall into a rhythm designed before the time took first tick in clockwise wisdom.

The sweet spot in rapid or deep water. Shooting the chute with the loot relaxing the pressure against my boot. Miracle and measure, weather and wither, cold and comfort. I flex until I feel the extrusion against each boundary not anticipating restraint but looking for the borders of forever.

Shouting into the dark. These are not the things of stable men. Rage, misery, unbridled fury at the realm who will not listen or respond. Is there destiny not their own? What calculus involved in trying to get them to a place they chose not? Peace is quieting for reasons plenty.

Dance steps emerging from the dawn of quiescence and compromise in surrender. Finding the paths that were previous unconnected. Regaining or building avenues to hope when despair has lost council. The arguments with self-repel the whispers of Almighty.

This staff was given me. Not for the purpose of cracking heads or destroying sheds and shelters but to make even my steps on slippery rock. It is loss or decreased burden to never have been in charge of anything or anyone. My salvation is found in contentment before the Light.

They will do what they will do to sponsor the surrender and change within. Arguing or impaling with words of correction, anger or disagreement is wasted life and time. I am not sent to correct but to assist in the climb of others seeking summit. If they wish to fall, go sideways or remain on the cliffs caught in fear or indecision that is their own quest with Spirit.

Departing from the edge of my own nightmare. Speaking reason where appropriate requires letting go of outcome or choices made. For within the decisions obedient or self-centered the answer for each man is found in regret, recourse and capitulation to the Will beyond their own.

Retreat forgotten. Though I may not be plodding with cowbell steps forward, waiting is strategic obedience. Launched by the ever-biding embers of Spirit. Onward past tomorrow.

Clumsy in my questing. Gentle in my forgiving heart. Right hand wrapped around the Word. Laughing at the toothy grin of grey-Pit, Samson. Resting and drooling on my booted feet.

Dances of the mind. Excitement in revelation of the way beyond time. Through ages we have eagerly sought the way. In silence and somber meditation, the skinny map revealed.

A voice through the din. Pealing, sharp, content but filled with command and candor. The clarion understanding of orders we’ve long since pondered. Whispering of a complete victory

As days turn to nights, weeks and months. Slumber holds our counsel. Seeking the acquiescence of the children we left wondering. We continue in our search of eternity.

No fight, no harm no fowl dismissal. All find rest who venture to the side of King’s ransom. In fire born in the origins of time, our reluctant worry is tempered with resolve. Love awaits.

To this moment we call muster to all internal. Kinetic or purposed motion all to gain the ground before us. None find hope in losing hope round midnight. For the dawn is upon us.

Lost in contemplation, found in promise. Chaotic in my emotional attempts to surround the perceived enemies of life, at peace in surrender. Raging against systems and voices that seek to conquer the innocent, In Love with the World that God created for me to enjoy. Today we will be on the other side of the lake together. That is enough for me.

Sweating in the toil brought on by disobedience, Watering all the seeds planted and spread before I was even known to mankind. Deceived in my attempt to master reality and time, Conscious of the care and joy given unto me simply for acknowledging God. Trust is found in believing without seeing and reliance upon faithfulness and truth external to my housing.

Challenged by all the perfect catalysts provided for my transformation, meeting them in joy to invite the Holy Spirit. Standing in the midst of enemies far beyond my scope, wrapped in perfect wonder and the characteristics of power beyond their reckoning. No man can even imagine the glory that awaits the faithful.

Learning to love as He loved each of us without qualification or condition, walking in the extraction from hate and toil from my soul. Not in want, sleeping in provision and protection. The gates of glory beyond my mindful sight but not beyond the hope that lies comfortably upon promise. For He is faithful and true to complete this work as I navigate the skinny path bathed in His Light.

Just glad to be here. Underneath this tree of life. Water flowing as I sit and stare at the expanse of golden streets of the teeming movements of the abundant. Wanton, what shall I ask when everything is displayed wonderfully before me? Then the real test. The walking form of God approaches as my eyes avert He bids me come sit with Him and discuss the prayers I offered and questions asked for so many years. This emotion is inexplicable. For tears or words fail. As the day or what seems like a day progresses, I realize the love I thought He had for me was larger than imagination.

He told me had been waiting patiently for my arrival. He thanked me for following the path He set before me as men then as Saint and now as member of the New Jerusalem. At first I had not the confidence or even felt my questions were worthy of mention, but as my Father, He welcomed them and assured me that there would be many more as everlasting unfolds. The birds and animals were respectful, songs of love and praise for He who is on the Throne surrounded our discussion with prayers and music of praise in words that now made sense.

This was the meaning of all of it for me. The pleasant moments spent in the presence of My God and King. I praised Him in song and word. I thanked Him for all that He had allowed me to do for the kingdom. In truth my job is spectacular. I get to love and be loved while being transformed by every situation, place, person, animal or spirit into looking more like Christ. I loved to see Him smile and, in that moment, realized why I had never had dreams or aspirations for his grin was my fulfillment. Too splendid for a man but well received by a member of the family of God, sitting in the presence of the Sovereign Maker of all. With this I would need nothing further and again was left in awe as I realized that this was just the beginning.