Hurling across the universe at a parsec beyond light. Always thought I’d win the war but never had to fight. Sped headlong toward eternity, facing mercy armed with grace. The joy of daily troubles forgotten in this endless space.

The pious and the chastened are stretched beyond retort. The enemies poke fun at me as if only meant in sport. Wiggling room and cleverness, forgotten with the shame. Often well convicted riven by the endless shame.

Fear a non-contender having been left upon the pier. The whisper once forgotten got a grip of my inner ear. The atrocious and the savory envisaged in one mind. Never failed to come upon the things I was meant to find.

Lost in my surrender, left behind with me. From prison and poor thinking, invariably set free. Contained in understanding, remiss in mischief’s plight. A pinhole of bright wonder sliced through embrace of silken night.

Leave me to judicious rhymes and rhetoric of hope. The artist and the barrister argue legality and scope. If you would be where we were meant to be supposedly in fate. Just in time for love opined to be fueled beyond the hate.

Sacrifice superficial and obedience forgot. We had to dust up principles and offer the whole lot. Seldom experimental and challenged by ideas. To traipse across the vacuum propelled and fostered by fair seas.

Does Dastardly begin within my own heart? Do the resounding arms of evil move through my best intention, self-justifying to keep myself free from the weight of causality? Am I my and the worlds’ worst enemy? Am I the ticking time bomb of prideful discoloration as my perspective paints all in swaths of red, black, yellow and gray? These are not the times to stand the field of battle only to fall upon unsheathed sword of personal power and protection. These are the days of fealty, faith and predicaments in power beyond my own capacity.

I have tasted the despicable nature of my own heart’s desirous implication. Calculating all effect within parameters of my own fulfillment, taking careful disregard of the need of those around me. That having been stated, there is freedom to be found when finding liberty outside the boxes of self-service and rebellion. The confidence of knowing the voice that is followed belongs to the one who gave us life, sets those in that understanding apart from the animalistic or brute beast proclivities of mankind. The difficulty then resides in not judging them from action’s potential, but by fruits delivered.

I have seen war and the unsavory cravings of man to feed upon the innocent in a quest of consummation. Evil is no surprise though its flippant treatment of the precious will shock those finding creation a gifting. I will not stand by in the allowance of torture of the innocent, feeble or to those of measured years. We must make statements in our choices and defending life is the greatest of these offerings. What is a man who allows the precious spongelike nature of youthful exuberance to become prostitute in observance? What is a man who collects regret instead of standing against the usurpations of wickedness?

When do my paragraphs, descriptions, explanations and definitions stop beginning with I? Where are the origins of my thinking if not emanating and perpetuating the hungers of my own aggrandizement? What is transformation when held outside ideology, rather consistent with doctrine and mystical, miracle of superior reprogramming? How did I get here if I was incapable of defining or getting here in the first place? Realization is something beyond self. The Palpable understanding of mysteries beyond conjugation. What then is grace when held through insufficient perspective or outside the field of cognition? It is parable without requisite insight.

No time for relaxation, the subject being love. Work to tell the story how once is not enough. When rhyme isn’t reason and time escapes the season. Too far round the corner to see where we’ve started and find out together, we’re all broken hearted. In peace play the marches where the battle once started. And dreams taught us laughter to feed ever after to the sound of hearts beating in tandem through time.

Words our element, speech being temporary explanation, betrayal inevitable. When rhyme and time mismatched leave us breathless and alone. Cold, granular to the bone. In the heart of esteem, we scream for fear of laughter at moment’s pause. The clause repeats as the sand defeats all aspects of morally challenged crimes. When education drops dimes on wisdom resolve dismembered.

Brief accolade, shadows fade into the occlusion. An illusion to pray false memories from a dope who can’t cope. The scope and depth so precise it’s nice to wander randomly slow. The snow is swept aside as the white adorned bride, with nothing to hide from the groom at her side. Above the chasm of unrequited love, a lonesome, powerful dove alighting upon the shoulder for who time was formed. Stormed onto scene and dimension with millennial intention. We dreamt unkempt with clothes misaligned in the foyer we dined never failing to angle our laces with no social graces and smirks on our faces. Peace begets us as it forces the age to forget.

Honorable mention, inclining our souls to the drops of omnipotent meanderings. As if any or many may dabble in rabble and babble cadabra. Doors slung wide revealing the promise and pain deep inside. The halls of forgotten whispers filled with lispers and saints free of restraints. The mosaic it paints in swath on the floor depicting the poor and monarch entombed by quick hardened stone, left alone underground our thoughts rithe in question which of us was found?

There is no greater requirement for trust then consistency. For men to anticipate and rely upon a person’s character it is not charm, mercy or strength that they seek, but enduring reliability. That is why in our duty as men and the observance of Faith that the Holy Spirit is always referred to as Earnest or Steadfast. For the quality of a Good Shepherd or King depends specifically upon the surety and certainty of performance during crucial moments. That knowledge and dependence may never waver if a man, King or Troop are to observe the confidence of men beneath them or in service and reliance upon promise of such participation. We will never trust that which does not support our weakness during time of trial.

In my walk this characteristic most closely aligns me with the Work of the Holy Spirit. For people look to a shepherd, their shepherd for defense, provision, protection and direction primarily when decisions must be made or obstacles traversed. There is no more damaging plunge of personal reliance then to be found missing when needs arise. Thus, to begin in our pursuit of mirror likeness to God we must become absolutely reliable to those who deem us Trustworthy. Failure to perform or even be found accountability in time of trial will damage the fragile and squeamish dependence of people upon their shepherd, master or defensive Marshal.

Why is the Holy Spirit so filled with Power? It is that steadfast nature of God’s Spirit that makes it so incredibly powerful. Never an excuse, never an absence, never an unfulfilled promise, direction or supply. Faithful beyond our personal expectation, the Holy Spirit is so tremendously steadfast that He exceeds all expectation and arrives precisely on time, often arriving in anticipation of difficulty or need. He is the guarantee of our Rebirth in Christ, the sign and seal of our salvation, the physical manifestation of Promises Made by God through Christ Jesus. A certain, sure, faithful Spirit who never fails, is never late and most often exceeds any reasonable expectation of sheep and fold.

Anticipate questions to my anointed authority. For all must make a choice as to whom they trust and obey. That choice is the rudiment of rebellion to the Word, Promise and direction from the King. His desire alone matters. A shepherd, privileged to speak that Word or offer assistance is offering that same assistance of the Holy Spirit as if originating from source. Speaking slowly in Wisdom, given by God a man of God shall not find upset in the refusal of his offering. God alone is judge, but rebellion to the anointed is aimed at God’s Messenger and all things are in God’s Domain. Do not offer off hand slander, praise or curse believing that it shall not come before inspection of God.

Being consistent in content and delivery manifests trust within the Faithful heart. Living in consideration and review of all mannerisms and performance through similitude and likeness to Almighty allows a certain leeway and lack of doubt. One walking in the Will of God fully apprised of the convictions or commendations of the Holy Spirit, may walk in such a way as to know His Righteousness. When walking in such a way as to welcome fear and trembling at the Awesome Hand of God, we may rest assured in cooperation with His Will. Those who refuse to recognize the messenger bearing the righteous message, not opinion, false doctrine or mockery of the King ought to heed that message. But all remains Choice in the Love and Grace of God’s salvation for mankind. Even the devout believer may walk away from God, quenching the Holy Spirit in blasphemy and shame, for it was freely offered and accepted.

If a stone or tree spoke the Correct Gospel to passer’s bye. Would that tree or stone be disrespected or cherished? Would those vessels of God’s Merciful Word be resisted or accepted immediately as the miracles they appeared? Who feared the rage of the King for the prophets yet Killed and martyred? Why then do we doubt the men God has sent for our provision and encouragement. Yes, test the Spirits, yes be Barean and search the Word to measure that veracity. But do not disrespect or stone the messenger’s of Christ’s Gospel simply because you have the spirit of rebellion residing deep with your wounded heart. Certainly if false they must be called out and avoided, but the True, imbued by the righteousness of God ought be held in close regard as servants of the King. In Jesus name.

Efforts and outcomes are not specifically designed to benefit oneself. To what end or in what name have we come to achieve them? For King or continent resolved became to deliver those things which benefit the common good or all. How freeing and absent regret the ideas of service present themselves.

There is no sweeter nor more respected position then a man standing for friend and family. What then of those who give themselves to feed the unnamed or unknown? How then are men judged for protecting the feeble, hateful and indigent? Love is never consistent when offered simply to those of good regard or payment ability.

To sing, write, dance or fight for the mouths of the unfed eschewing one penny of self-edification is the greatest self-edification available. Helping the community to deal with crime, deterioration of assets and raising children, in safe measure, are some of the least rewarded yet most needed efforts in township. Why aren’t mayors picking up trash to set example? Why aren’t politicians leading school, street and life rebuilding projects to demonstrate the volunteerism that made America clean and safe?

These are not the days of self-fulfillment but the moments where the glues that bind society must be applied with caution and intent. I get it we all want to be king of everything. I understand that you are being callous because you have relegated yourself to self-gratification in the shadow of threats upon all people. I get it that in self-defense you have stated, “I got mine and yours just don’t matter”. This is the path to rapid and certain destruction and erosion of anything that found your nation safe and good.

If it is reconditioning or re-education that your remand, then start with the ideals of the Good of the Nation or the Common Good especially in common law? We have learned the wrong things in life and those who wish to repair this deficiency must not be labeled the bad guys or miscreants when in fact they are the answer to the ills that befall all of US. If you refuse to serve yourself, you will most often find that the good that you’ve done for all in fact benefits you in time. Teach the Sovereignty and the Grace of God Almighty as His Love is offered as all love is issued with Choice. Not the misuse of the eradication of the unborn which is a fallacy of mega proportion but the understanding that Freedom always begins with a choice. Among which Love is the greatest gift given that demands an acceptance or refusal by the party offered.

Disaster’s trigger. Regret with no cause or consideration of repentance or remorse. Standing upon the foundation of my pride. Allied with my own unwilling, immeasurable heart and certainty. Calculating in my head the prisons, pedestrians and prayers essential in eradication of resistance. Wanton in perpetuity. Never content in the moment or everlasting. Disregarding the Edicts of God’s Controls upon Creation.

Evidence: Compliance with command and Word first learned. Peace especially when anger and hate seek response. Love as a superior tool in communication, relationship and healing. Believing that my ideas are somehow paramount having been manufactured by the supreme race of me. Health, wealth and contentment as a direct result of good relationship and listening to God’s Direction. Seeking anything first by consultation and listening in the Throne Room of Almighty. Daily, confessing, discussing, apologizing for and redirecting efforts to not repeating the mistakes of today when tomorrow arrives. Forgiving everyone ALWAYS.

What fruit is born should be of superior shape, smell, taste and texture. Outcomes should be ignored, only anticipating or reporting upon those of God’s Own Proclamation. Spirit should be respected, inquired, appreciated and followed as I step aside to allow superior force, love and thinking to handle the impossible. The enemy should not be feared but remain an indication of insufficiently protected avenues of approach or self-pursued lusts that may lead to sin and death. Expectations are irrelevant except as an indication of continued reliance or participation in the flesh by a being who should not be deceived into such relation. Judgment of others remains clear notice that forgiveness will be the next sacrifice of my own perspective. Love is love not thinking, planning or good advice.

Mistakes are learning after the opportunity to prevail has passed. Endurance is the name of this game. today is the day where yesterday no longer matters and tomorrow is unsettled logic. When is determined by Him, how is clearly explained, what shall become is yet to be seen and why is because He loved us before we were made. Mysteries are not for worship but epiphany in planting further footfalls. The only part that matters is the part where you come together in likeminded Spirit to achieve the miraculous through prayer, Love and the courage to stand throughout challenge. None of my opinion impacts this journey except where I make my wishes known to the God I love and Trust that He may temper my heart and mind.

Father God, this painful heart cries out to you for restoration and joy. Lord, I do not shy from testing, nor would I relinquish one moment of the sanctification found in this crucible of life. Though Lord this world threatens, cajoles and simply put hurts as it seeks to leave me in misery, defeated. My life is victory in promise, yes, the rose of understanding, the fragrance of the fight finished. My God, oh my loving Lord, the pain shapes and equips, making me ready for the next opportunity to seek your Glory. Let me gain from each stretching of my heart strings in passions challenged and debt’s released. May I befriend mercy and grace at each breath’s leaving.

I heard Jesus cry for the sheep and I knew Him my God as He could not bear the wounds before Him. These disobedient seek the weakest among us to batter and better, through quest for Dominion. Lord they hate the little ones, those with many years and the frail among us, to the point of wanting their lives. Lord, is this heart made to sustain the pain I have watched those around me receive? Will it give out at the next mention of child’s torturous moments? When will I find rest, when will these eyes be freed of damage to the innocent? When oh, my Loving Father will I be able to put down this hand to keep from breaking? I want no rest when others cannot find safety as I stand ready.

Lord, I love you and it hurts to love them and receive threat, challenge and curse in exchange. The suffering reminds me of my kinship. These things I must embrace as they mean the trials of this world are remaking me in Your image. That knowledge equips me to resist any attempted surrender. There is no place for me here but in your guidance, no home for me but carrying you within my heart, no family among men but to be serving with my brethren. No place that I would hide as to do so misses the opportunity to stand in Good Courage declaring your Word of Wonder. You are my supply, my sustenance and hope. You are my strength and song, the words that give life to my eternity.

In days when the mighty stand in voice, having made the call to Stand our Choice. Not by hand or arm we’re joined but by Trust in God our Motto Coined. These days ahead may be gray and stark, but our Mighty God brings light to dark. So whisper not in victory sound, that our feet are planted on solid ground. None shall move nor faith be rocked, and the Lord our God shall not be mocked. In silence sit the fallen foes with weeping, gnashing and prophetic woes. To lake and fire their end is certain, having paid no attention to the shredded curtain. No veil, no distance, no one between, no dominion, ghost or heavenly Queen. Shall challenge us in God’s own palm, no storm or seas shall disturb our calm. For we stand with Him forevermore The Loving God whom we adore.

Visions in the middle of blindness, revealing the topography outside the walls. Within the chrysalis of understanding, appealing to the greater good for freedom from the dark. Do you wish for more time or less confusion? In my quest to reach the light I have found the shadows beyond dimension. Where the wings of God protect those who know His Secret Place.

Facing Fear, as his beard is pulled out by sodden hand. Angered but forgiving for the lack of wisdom is a beginning. The only shard of pottery yet cast, remembered by Mind outside the ages. Intellect and deceit to make it captive. Trusting in the morays and breadth of hope beyond the glass of temporary belief. Silence is direct and words the complication. Having surrendered simplicity in dominance of those who ponder deeply.

What foray do your soldiers venture lightly? Taking march before words assembly given? Infrequent reference to pages beyond each ending we speak of things approaching unknowable therefore unexpected. As t approaches the slope becomes infinite, timeless and full of seed in pregnant moments. What song does my heart seek notes to render.? What day has mind selected to achieve that beyond our efforts, talent and treasure? What measure secures man fondness and prayer for safe passage?

They cannot give way to ambitions unkind. Befriended by the greed of hearts in exponential expectation. Family to those who share history’s mark of service to singularity of self and pleasure. Whispering giants pause. Seeing the evidence of man fully kindled by spirit. Quench not the ravishing dawn and fires of stars fallen asunder. Finished in praise and efforts missed by those who thought themselves beyond Sovereign Measure. The paint of hue and depth imperceivable by post or parchment. Upon the streams of glory’s passing are those things worth memory revealed in perpetuity.

Singled out, cast and sold as the wares of wandering minstrel. What glee be found in darkened hopeful indifference. Dreamt of incandescence finding only tepidity and luke warmth on fences unpainted. Palpable depths of blues, green and grey conceal the bulk of heaven’s mindful sharing. In kinship happiness defeated and joy finds purchase beyond the grip of time’s swollen grasp and hunger. The fetid fortunes of the few shall go grey as ember is blown adrift in the waves left by time’s passage into Gehenna.

Don’t fall for love when you can stand and defend it. Rational choices make for better relationships. Emotions though crucial are somewhat inhibiting to the real-world impacts of the heart. Love offered by choice is the only Real Love. For we must all choose to love the real person with whom we may have fallen “in Love”. They, as all humans, do and say things that are offensive and must be forgiven, overlooked or Loved by that same Choice. Maturity and rational thinking, “Wisdom” dictates that we must then examine the Love as a Choice even or especially when we were first enamored or captured by sight.

I met the right one and failed to exhibit the commensurate rational evidence of the inherent preciousness of that moment. Preferring or simply being incapable at the time of recognition sufficient to the importance in the moment. Certainly, we must admit that life comes at us quickly. Therefore, decisions made in the instant may in fact be insufficient in consideration when compared to the importance of life’s objectives or outcomes. Additionally, since the heart is only known by God it is imperative to gain wisdom and discernment to its intentions, desires and propensity to rash determination. Yes, being a teenager is especially difficult as we have yet to comprehend, in most cases the import of our decisions. It is the greatest challenge to defer from one’s own understanding, intentions or emotion to make way for the insight of Greater wisdom.

What then is the recovery from mistakes of this specific gravity or import? Well, we must fully grasp the importance of the walk, either made with God’s intervention or upon our own pursuit. God knew everything I am going to do, need, say or want when I made each decision. Therefore, logic dictates that when walking with Him, inquiring of His input perhaps would lead to making the correct decisions the first time and avoiding any grievous impacts or deprivations of those important plateaus in our lifetime pursuits. In fact dependence of this nature assures through faith that we know the right thing for us will happen at the right time and measure at some appointed juncture in this life. If it doesn’t require the mature admission that God’s Grace is sufficient in all things, including in the abrogation of our choices.

Admittedly, each of us having walked according to God’s Perfect Will are in the best possible place compared to all possibilities. My path is certain my feet planted firmly on the rock which shall not be moved. I am not saddened for that which I did not choose or do not have but rather overjoyed for the things relationships and gifts set before me as the product of having walked in consistence with God. Joy is free, happiness is only assured by self-reliance to defend its modification or absence. Happiness much as with Emotional Love are fickle and change with the content of time’s movement. Love is eternal and seeks not payment for its presence, rather it is the rational choice as the most powerful gift in eternity. The Love of God the perfect example of its surrender, service and perpetuity regardless of receipt.