Want to go where I cannot get just beyond the land of quit. With angled sides and impassible features of screaming eagles and whispered creatures. A place we think we’ve always been hard to describe and never seen. Where up is left and back is right the moon shines its face when noon is bright. Where clocks fly fast on downhill runs and every finish sounds starting guns. Where talk is cheap and by the dozen and everybody’s friend is your second cousin.

A place to be where all want to go but they’re just too busy rushing to and fro. Where kids and dogs are in the know and when good time planting begins in snow. A time and place where I don’t have to guess where there’s no two-minute drill or full court press. Some place that is no space at all but the substance of the distance between two walls. Where jolly’s giant and Leprechaun’s pail are both quite satisfied to cross the veil. Been torn and left asunder to free us from the curse we were under.

To dance and sing without explanation to give our love without depredation. Where sound races wind and wind the sky and we all race each other to find out why. To be understood without discourse while giggling a top our saddled horse. When framing men without big thoughts and teaching kids the should and oughts. A fancy suit without a tie and a smiling girl with no need to cry. A happy day without ambition and forgiven man lost in contrition. A place where we thought we’d die to sit on clouds and watch the sky. When we got here to end the story we found so much more wrapped up in Glory. With God Himself and His chosen man walking content within His Plan.

Here and now I cannot go even if you told me so. I try and try and then I see the answers don’t reside in me. The great beyond found inside today where tomorrows convinced it’s here to stay. I pray for peace and forgiveness found and cried out loud without a sound. Hoping hard when soft is needed planting corn where wheat’s been seeded. Working hard to hardly work focusing earnestly on my greatest quirk. To the throne to make amends adjusting wrongs and praying for friends. The outcomes come without my aid for He alone this price was paid. To fly or preach or sing a sonnet or swing a sword with His Spirit upon it. Armored up and worried not for what I’ve lost or haven’t got. For a perfect end is where I’m headed to meet the one to whom I’m indebted.

For those who left their blood on the sand, dirt, stone and sea for me. There is no payment worthy of that sacrifice you’ve made on my account. No amount ample for the exchange of your life, dreams and pursuits for mine. What you wanted was for our kids to be safe, our families to breathe free and for me to stand in the courage that you demonstrated for each of us to follow.

Knowingly express those things which are worthy of this sacrifice. Eagerly stepping forward to defend the innocent the vulnerable and the weak. Losing sight of fear in the presence of right standing, fully aware that God did not furnish this spirit of weakness and retreat. Mine is a day where I may not proceed forward without clearing but I certainly will stand in good courage remembering.

What day is coming for those who shall follow our path? What possibilities present to those of US who see the error of our folly and look to surrender to transformed mind and heart? What hope and faith foundation shall become widespread being tended by men of tenure? How shall man be viewed by children who know not how to gloss over or lie, but speak truth to power and weakness? For how shall any of US be remembered kindly if not in the eyes of those who we leave to follow?

Where is my heart if not wrestling with the blessings I am freely offered? What blessing is found in gifts, talents and hope that may never be called upon or used? We are not living dreams but building upon them with action, strong decision and power of spirit, heart and mind. Am I loved for simply being me or for those times that I have put aside my own self-service to assure the safety, health and future of someone who simply could not? These are my days that I have been assigned to make what can be made in my own muster and good thinking, while seeking God’s further provision of Spirit, equipping and provision to do that which is impossible.

This is the gift of life lived in the light that glory comes to God or in darkness that no one is remembered,

Behind the gray. Persimmon, dandelion and what happens in Helvetica. Bold as promise, proud in betrayal, captured in reluctance to champion life. What dreams encountered real are forbidden welcome? What answers sought in need or wisdom are chased beyond town border? What strategy employed as graffiti fails in footing? Where is my rule book when rules themselves are broken in once hallowed time?

Is Treason enough? Is reason sufficient exchange for love’s sweet loss? What sodden brown for the lush verdant whispers in windy sawgrass? Impotence for offspring, injustice for wrong, allegiance to the enemies of right? Beauty swapped for decades and health for cash as freedom ebbs in the rangy rules of celebrity. What then is the promise of this lifetime as its advantages sold for perceived treasure?

These steps are ordered beyond the viewing of moments in perspective. Systems and collage moving eye’s gaze beyond myopy. No distinct focus no shiny thing all hodge podge absent the unique aspect of deliverance. Camouflaged on purpose to blend into horizons forgotten and light extinguished that none will see or be seen. What hope in knowledge unwanted?

We ask to seem responsive. We sing to catch the tune. We dance without joy in the bidding of masters uninvited. Where shall a young man venture if all ports be captive or surveyed to millimeters correction? To die upon the tundra of the blanched and tired. To leave the gainsay gawking. Timeless, weightless, hopeless in the wilderness of space unconquered.

Who are we really America? Were we taught this is an experiment at Constitutional Republicanism, that would at some point fail or succeed regarding our defense thereof? Well, yes. We were handed this wonderful, fragile freedom, all of US having to admit out front the blood, treasure and honor it took to secure, with warning that it would dissolve if not protected. Did we ignore that warning? Well, no and yet we spent most of our defense in protecting the world against infringement’s upon their nationalism. Was this ill advised? Did we fail to heed equal warning to stay out of foreign dilemma and attend to our own farms, families and culture? Yes, we seem to have neglected to listen and take to heart those wisely offered oaths of sanctity given by our founding fathers, leading to this menagerie of madness, this clown show without a big tent.

If we are not the broken men of promise and regret that comes with having something so precious and neglecting its value then what men of stone hearts have we now become? Where are the pillars of humanity that made this nation worthy of remembrance? Where is the culture that is admired and eagerly taught to children as example of a life well ventured? What are our children now holding close in consciousness, in hope that will maintain their nearly impossible attempt to defend, edify and support a bright future for their grandkids? What are we handing them if not broken backs of debt, smashed moral compass and the deflated weather balloon of a globe headed for disaster or a desperate ending in calamity? Am I the one to tell them truth or fill them with stories of “it’s going to be alright” after the soup has been poisoned, notice to next of kin sent and dreams smashed or dashed upon the staircase of broken steps that used to lead to shining destiny?

Will we neglect this opportunity to define first and foremost who we wish to be instead of stabbing into the broad darkness of opining for times gone to history’s recording? Are we to be men who govern themselves or will we always be doubtful, in flight and fright of the empirical hands of the elite who crave dominion over all that may be controlled, bought or made dukes, earls and demons over mankind? Is there a time to which we may return or deliver ourselves into the healthy, transparent, crystal thinking of men who will never give up their right to words spoken truthfully, freely, without regret or second guessing? Are there things that are right and will always be right no matter who interprets them or pays to offer revision? For until we find that which is inviolate in our thinking and identity, we will always be prey to dark attempts to twist the compass one degree from dead center. We cannot be safe until our thinking is established and protected inalienable from the defining moment that brought US to truth. The moment our hearts reached out and met our God.

When we decide that we are of God, by God, With God and For His Perfect Will for those he created we are simply swaying on the top of weeping willow, susceptible to the direction, strength and dangers of the wind. There is no other path forward to freedom but through our capitulation to the historical and present fact that God’s Sovereign Hand upon America is what made anything inviolate, immutable or beyond alien intervention. This revolution is not against man or beast but against SELF, the self reliant inner voice of our own personal God’s of Me and You. Are we done service at the high places and altars or our false god’s of self and lust for eye fulfillment? Really? Until that decision is made regarding our identity as Americans who are grateful, humble and spiritually sound in our debt to God Almighty for everything we are, have and will be then we are headed for the national scrap heap of failed republics. Thank God He is long suffering and patient awaiting our counsel, realization and return. But my people, my lovely Brothers and Sisters, the end of that patience nears and Wrath is promised for all who will not heed His lengthy and promised warnings. Will we now decide who we are or parish into those ill remembered or forgotten nameless of mankind’s most foolish moments? This is ours, what will we use it to become?

The Lord told me to tell you that it is you that he came here to set free. Not that you would be remanded as some mindful reminder of what He had done, but because you were suffering, headed to forever without Him and He wanted to know His Rest. This is not some clever fable of men and dreams with monsters and horrific images of celebrity, brutality and heroic intervention. This is the one who made you, knowing that your mistakes or disobedience have included you in the horrific destiny of the dead and angels departed and creating a path made especially for those who find misery in their everlasting predicament. That longing to rectify, repair and know what we’ve missed awakens us to cognition that we never could fix this problem. You see His Rules cannot be changed ones transgressed, only a new way circumventing the eventual payment of the broad boulevard, forcing reroute to a new understanding, life and destination. The skinny path that is only found by those readied for new wine, all things made anew, prepared for everlasting with Him.

laughter at things that just make me cry. Finding your way through the dark woods of night. Landing on foot when big cat fell down. Hopeless yet hopeful without promise in sight. Singing in season yet a bit out of toon. Utter conclusion with an ending too soon. Days without night and light without sun. Never remember when the winners had won. Horizon’s hunted by sharp eye abreast. When dawn last assembles, we’ll be put to the test. In frank declaration we promise a bride that all will be well and soon by her side. In power and promise creation is wrought the best of each life are those things we are taught. Caught by the scruff apparel in rough, tossed to the sidelines til I’ve had enough. A world full of lillies with a rose in each hand. The stuff often wanted appears in demand. Planned for some safety and a soft spot to land but fell on my duff the clumsy be damned. Truth in my posture and the lie my great slouch I would sit on my buttocks on floor, chair or couch. Liaison to reason and wisdom of none. We had already finished before we’d begun. I wanted to rampage, but they secured all the fun. And sun at four thirty it was time soon to run. Took up the runway and started ascent, the lift neath my wings and gravity spent. The fuel and my passion all bundled inside the future so bright, far and too wide. I had to find someone in whom to confide. As light entertainment I spoke of my love and the gifts we are given by a God so far above, everything that I fancied and things that I don’t, and even those rascals who will and who won’t. Celebrate madness as the skill all may not see. Captured by thought means we’re never quite free. to be or to not as we wanted to be. The picture so bright once we learn to see. A week without end and a start without lines. Digging so deeply they should call these mines on mountains so desperate they escaped all the pines. In the winds of my winter my belly button froze an I had to grow hair on the end of my nose then crackle the ice from my shoes and my clothes as the pain went away from my fingers and toes. In oceans of sadness I spent all my tears, my fears soon to be lost at the incoming spears. Calamity chased and so quickly lost Found my sharp edge on the coin that I’d tossed. Been bossy and busy with ideas of man no time for God as I ran my own plan. Off to the circus the horse and the goat got left behind when the dock offered a boat. Navigate worlds bright distant moons. Hoping each season is filled with all Junes. Our community bird are bright painted loons. No old wife’s tale about a knife and two spoons.

The prizes no one should crave, seek or cherish. No honor in cruelty. only pure wicked dominion of poisoned heart seeking conquest of innocence, purity and utter disturbance of momentary peace. It rivals the impossible of joyous conquest to place oneself in the midst of the raging wicked conscience. Beyond comprehension the lasting evil targeting the innocence in a quest to shock the whole of humanity. How bereft of moral consequence without regret the man who seeks to punish the lame, torture the righteous and inflict pain upon those who will scream the loudest in shear naivete.

Only good for setting determination and commitment to fighting all that is evil this example has little to do with living and rather a quest for all that is and should be dead. What manner of humanity seeks to usurpation of innocence or the imprisonment of the life of children, women and those with too few years? This world is an active demonstration of the reasoning behind each heart seeking righteous redemption. For no man may live free while knowing that those down the street are subjected to slavery, stripped of life’s joy or used for sinful repugnance. This must be fought and not simply met in restraint but delivered to the White Throne for inclusion in the nightmare of eternity’s separation from all that right and true.

Crush the flower under hardened heal. Capture the dreams of young men’s hope. Devour the pure and holy adherence to remain unsullied by the poison of man and beast. What gain is there in all that seems to bring nothing but loss? For life was defined nor created to be extinguished for the delight of the mentally unstable, but to honor the Creator who in a moment saw and made all that is Holy, Right and worthy of man’s focus. The light was not made to be enclosed in silken madness and pain or pleasure of those who would snuff it. Light was brought to man that a silhouette or rose be understood and treasured in reminder of the brilliance which brought them.

These are the days of separation by choice of delight in faith or allegiance to death. The Light has come and in his passing we see the truth of our own pursuits either craving redemption through contrition’s gifting or seeking eternal captivity to roil in the pain earned by our own devout wickedness. We face the honor and love’s freedom of our own choosing. May it be done in discernment and grievous comprehension of not only payment or reward but devilish nightmare or Holy alliance and regard.

In humor mysteries that evaded my predilection to the dull were forgotten without damage to ego or person. Slogged through showers of my own self-edification I remain capable of trudging the roads of folly no matter the ridicule or contempt for I am content in my lack of reason. Saturated by illusion my stripes and spots became trophies of the fury that coupled my ignorance. Tapping and whistling as those around me shook their heads and tossed eyes wondering the potency of these shallow waters grown deep.

There is no sadness for simpleton, finding bliss as inexhaustible revenue of the unwise. Value impudence and idiocy empowered my quest for mastery of the quaint, manufactured and plastic. Too quiescent for relations they avoided me as seed to rocky path. Growth, pursuit of greater men my path led directly to the lower point upon the battlefield. Coalescing around the lesser victories found in giving way to raw brutality and emotional hubris. Too educated in nihilism to be vulnerable to divine presence before me I relegated all to the temporary. Toys my contentment for they asked little focus of me requiring scant attention span to which I had been well endowed.

How am I to ponder that which I have no capacity for hearings ingest? Save speeches for the unholy as my indifference an impossible shield protecting my conscience from taking position in Adam’s plight or Eve’s misunderstandings. Seeking status matters not to a man who ties string around each finger hoping of prospered memory. No weather warm or too cool, never exhausted by missed expectation having no moral compunction to reach for stellar starwood. Delighting in my ignorance I may laugh at complex and turgid as nothing scalps the latent lumber of my impenetrable allegiance to the daft.

Counsels gathered meant nothing but lasting demands upon my impatience. Caring not for things that must first receive value in their definition and delight in their victory. There is no fear where evil fails recognition. Everything is right that is not found wrong in its destruction. We simply seek continuance, not everlasting but fascination with the temporary and impermanent. What joy may village vagrant find in something beyond his comprehension or attainment? A garden grows not when it snows and plants find no root in mired reason. The season of ill regard where nothing found pious, worthy or pleasant is exchanged for simple sensory stimulation. Beauty must be consumed as its worth is in its digestion by those who have not tolerance of the innocent. All is as it should be for to expect more is unpleasant folly.

Where do I seek to go? There are two types of journey. My heart calls me to one of whim and want. Travelling roads that lead to fulfillment of the things my taste requires, my lust intern and my wishes entail. Finding these endings I am left with dilemma. For if I am fulfilled however briefly I am confronted with the need for maintenance or sustainment of these objectives under my own capacities or energy. For to pursue happiness is the right I have been given, the attainment and continuation of that happiness is my own regard. The other method of journeying is being led by some external impetus, muse or voice. This style or commitment leads to ends that were not justified by my means. Those objectives having been sponsored outside my drives are by nature unrelated to the passions of person and lead to places which arguably lie beyond the context of my own definition of happiness.

Obeying external prompts comes with the inherent danger of discerning the good intentions or “Rightness” of purpose in that leading. This venture demands a period of time however brief where each of us determine the reliability or suitability of that leadership for we must invariably accept the difficulties, impossibilities and consequence of following that muse or master. Additionally, the catalysts for this type of journey are nearly entirely different than the pursuits of self-justification, therefore these objectives, which their modifier portrays are independent of our subjective wants, desires and ends. To achieve Objectives provokes the need for methods outside of my own energy, passion and talent or treasure. This is the pivotal importance of recognition/acknowledgement of those forces as work in Creation and that person which Created it.

For instance, I may pursue Salvation through my own means of ritualistic purity, solemnity, practice, art, study and self-denial without the recognition of these objective outcomes and therefore place myself on the habitrail or mobius strip of man’s attempt to achieve the perfect through imperfect, self-sustained means. Therefore, embarkation without recognition and acknowledgement of God’s Sovereignty simply puts me on a path of works without possibility of the Divine only available through that primary recognition. This is the horrific state of man caught in what is referred to as a “Doctrine of Works”. A path that meanders in attempts at resembling God that eventually arrives at a precipice that may not be crossed by mortal means at its end, leaving the man who travelled this path unfulfilled by nature. This is the dilemma of continuing in maintenance of salvation found through LAW, for the law may never save as it is meant to provoke or evoke the need for Supernatural participation and commitment not be the means to the end but the Acknowledgement of our Need for God in order to reach that which has always been beyond our means.

Now the most difficult part is that once on the path led by the Spirit of Almighty, we may at any point forget this incongruity and depart once again to a doctrine led by rules, laws, self-piety in unfortunately inevitable failure. The only way to God is through the Path made New by His Son across the impassible precipice at which one’s own works end. We must in fact deny ourselves and not meet promptings or catalysts with our own efforts but be conscious in our invitation of the Spirit to resolve those things, navigate those paths and direct those outcomes which we have already acknowledged were always outside of our own pursuits, passion or prognostication. Daily recognition is needed, that is why I believe it is called RE-Cognition as it must be daily refreshed and picked up as burden or reminder thereof of the nature and purpose of the journey has always been beyond self.

What then should we expect as those who are being led, directed or patiently awaiting the pathway to emerge before our eyes and understanding? First, we would become inclined to face the provocations not as negative circumstance or victimhood but rather as the catalysts, muses or ushering sequences designed to build, prompt make possible achievement of those things or travel beyond subjectivity. The dilemma once again is discerning those things which are Holy, Right and True in contrast to those ventures which will once again subject us to the wiles and aspirations of material man. We must remain, “in the Spirit” of Godhood to stay true, a state that we may easily internalize and adapt this divine walk to one of works. We must remember that this has always been an impossible task for man, therefore each day man must remember that he is not achieving the impossible by self but rather through the acknowledged gift of God’s indwelling miraculous Spirit. In this recognition, we find the pathway, pain, provocation, envy and testing that raises the capacity for man to overcome all that is in this world as our Savior has done in example. The Joy of taking this path is that we get to face each obstacle or deliverance with the inherent JOY that comes with knowing God is bringing us to Him. That Joy I believe is in knowing that we could never reach him on our own, so He came to us. There is no greater peace and joy, which is the promise of this pathway.

Praise, my only gift as that of service is due the King of all. When I speak let it be the seasoned words of gratefulness offered in reflection and acknowledgement of that tremendous promise I am given. Oh Lord that you are known to all men equally that they may comprehend the riches of heaven and the enormous blessing that awaits us in recognition. You are my dream, my hope and sitting here quietly in your presence is more than enough given.

What is bred, not by imagination but by established thanks for having been taken from bedlam, tragedy and certain/lasting separation from all that good? Is there enough of me to give to cover this debt I owed for the one that was already paid. Another which I had neither earnest nor principal to cover? Is this longing within my heart to do right by Him who saved me the only thing which matters in this lifetime, or should any other objectives rise to equal focus? I have no wife, no family, no children and few friends. When all of the responsibility of this life is rendered moot how then may I continue to proffer excuse as to justified reservation of some fuel or measure unexpended in the tank?

See, on this battlefield my greatest hope is to show up. For in so doing I am acknowledging the Truth of Christ. For this is not a battle in which man may participate out of his own fleshly pursuits. This is a battle ventured in recognition of salvation and redemption to God. These enemies were never within my capacity to vanquish, judge or dispel. All that is done on this field has been accomplished by those who would see me enter eternity to be spent in their Presence. This battle is won and knowing that in every fiber of my soul, that belief may only be proven by showing up armored in God’s characteristics, readied to stand perfectly defended against all enemy assault. That I may instructively pull the Sword of God’s Spirit in fearless utterance of His Holy Word.

How does man continue to fear that which has been dispatched? How does one fear anything when filled with the greatest Power know to all Creation? What venture or pursuit even love offers greater importance than this everlasting promise and purpose? For this is the greatest demonstration that love has or will ever offer to man or spirit, the gift of God’s life to save US all. He does not say that I owe per say but mentions the man who was in tremendous debt having been freed of that burden is conscious of that tremendous Good Fortune. Being that man, I am presently and eternally grateful for that redemption, deliverance and consider it not debt but fealty to my benefactor, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, without Who I would not be sharing these words right now.