Does it hurt when it’s not about me? So closely affected to the current circumstance that threatens to lock me emotionally to this moment, to this position in time, that my legacy and history remain tied to an affront meant for another. Perhaps a King? Perhaps someone with whom I have been associated at such level that I ought appreciate the optics of relation counting the assault as evidence of that kinship? Why should a man be concerned about his stance or his views unless they are questionable? The weariness calls heavily upon a man’s heart only when the interrogatory or attempted slander hold truth. In confidence a man is what he is not what is said to him or about him, for truth aids not those who wield heavy pen tongue.

My direction is love. Serving the Master of it I am called to extend loving kindness and care even in the midst of painful affront. Does it hurt and if it stings where is the bit of truth into which I may run to find the answers to the next personal Challenge of transformation. Skin is skin a permeable membrane why then does it hurt when things get “under” it? This world is motor oil to my internal waters of life. They shall not readily mix but over time shall become a putrid dark cloud where purity was meant to reside. Do not take the harm and offal from a man’s offered cup, meant in it taint to remove you from the pure and Holy Extension of Christ’s Love for mankind. They are not your enemies but are His Creation deserved of the respect mustered in reverence of His Likeness upon them. And when they have ceased in that reflection then it is solely His regard as to their outcome or disposal.

Some things are not mine to handle, twist and dispense. Some lives need no other assistance from my pen or will except that encouragement of their Kinship to the King. And all the things that I would have done or see come about are not the greatest outcomes for their lives but merely the whimsical wishes in my own screenplay. This is not my story to tell as I give not testimony of the Prince or Priest but of the King who gave me all things that I have and Am.

This direction is not my own so therefore you may not toy, touch or change it by your whim. Inalienable is a thing beyond your regard or mine. These makings and transformation of those things created by God’s Hand may only be effected in transformation by His Willing Hand. Yes I may poison myself in consuming the filth and products of a sinful world that I am no longer recognizable in His intended fashioning, but I am essentially what He has made nothing more or less a man to whom God offered Life, Love and for the Choosing more of the same in Eternal Purpose. You seek to hurt because you need to share your deep wounding in order to breathe free for a moment passing on as if virus the hurt that you will not bring to the Father for undoing. I see that pain and bid you lend to another for this is neither my fight nor God’s Will for me. Go in peace that you may find for you shall not receive it from His hand as you seek to bite.

Loving You. It is not a duty or a pressure but the authentic recognition of God’s Hand upon You. I do not look upon you and determine your worth based on characteristics either fond or fickle but know Your Worth in the Love of the King. He Loves you and that Is all that I need to do the same. Yes, I may not like your travels. Yes, I may have a different answer for you than the one you are determined to force upon the world to justify some internal conflict or warrant your angers at God, but that is not my issue and were I to make it mine then I have drunken from your cup eschewing my own. In this land of the misunderstood man and the list of theories proffered by men who would make themselves greater, I have none to offer. For in my own world I embraced shame and sin being set free only by the Loving Hand of God through His Son. There is no claim I may lay against the valor in my salvation that does not lead directly to the ONLY ONE deserved of that Glory or Honor. For my salvation is His, not of my own doing. To Love me you have but to Know Him. And if you do not love me I understand what that means. I cannot help but Love you for to do anything else would be a denial of the man He saved.

Moist leaves and forest chattel beneath my sandaled feet I became overly concerned at the lack of friction. So much so that I only heard the arrows whistle as it grazed my helmet, deflecting into a tree trunk with a customary frightening cathunk!. Out of my marching daze I roared racing headlong into the nettled underbrush as low and as fast as my legs could propel me. Crunching the underbrush with abandon the woods were kind in offering an uphill slope distorting their aim. I ran until my lungs burned and kept running only stopping a half mile or so down the other side of the broad hill to take a brief peek behind. Realizing that I had not been followed the ambush had been set and the opportunity missed. I don’t think they were waiting upon me specifically but were looking to take down any quarry, perhaps for robbery or murderous surprise.

A dangerous world awaits but none shall see discovery giving fear its reign. Air sodden with the random rains I took some time to regain my breath as the dark wood beckoned my entry. What swell the darkness proud to steal the heart of all men wandering? Conjured imagination and specters prime lay prudent for the asking. What dawn shall come to them places where sun may not call?

Refined in moments of deep thought and willing pursuit, my bastion brings peace only when I let the worries dissipate. Sworn allegiance to the brave few I have hewn my path through even the wicked glade hunting, seeking, investigating all that seems ill to good man’s eye. Castle’s with nestled hearth had rarely seen me visit. Looking out far beyond the land beneath my feet I am accustomed and welcome the highlands or the rolling prairie hills filled with bounty and silence. When they joined in my daily rest it would require a stout climb to some oft revealed perch where birdlike my crooked legs would be braced beneath me. Fire’s open eye looking all who entered. Camp’s home to those who need No King but the Maker.

Realism the dray of boring intent I waddle between the furthest dimension my psyche finds interesting. Done with the plastic vows of I never plan to get to it somehow my broad brush no longer covers the canvass of perspective. What in the universe improves with narrowing aperture? What cruise seeks to stay close and inspect that which someone should have pondered long ago. Everyone wants to go so far away, spanning parsecs and light years only to know that all you left behind has perished. Traveling not in time or distant but in the folds and punched holes in parallel tapestry I set my Spirit on High. Looking for moons yet wondered and days of light never made squeamish by the dark. My Spirit longs for eternal fire that shant be doused. I crave the light and what lay beyond, Hand in Hand with the Maker of the Dawn.

As I shake the webs from my brain, the thrum inside my cranium surrenders and I realize the Peace of having known the depth of psychedelic poisoned arrow tips. Looking at my shoulder clearly one had dug just deep enough in my buckler to have lain me unconscious in sleep filled trance for what must have been a full day, perhaps more. Concentrating impossible I sat cross legged in front of my thrice dead fire having been rained upon while I too laid open to the sky. Gathering my things I stopped to make some tea and listened to my heart play merengue beneath my skin so tightly bound. Gone for so long I hope that my deliveries would be forgiven, as I tapped my breast pocket for the letter my mind’s eye opened as I found not but one gold coin where the parchment should have been fingered. What was I going to tell them for a long gentle slumber traipsing the parallel universe would certainly not suffice.

How does my own will differ from God’s? Isn’t that the struggle defined for each believer in picking up their cross daily following Jesus? Our internal drives/Lusts are the voice of the Flesh, World, Anti-Christ. Do we wish to make war when we were sent to spread a message of Love while standing battle ready impervious to enemy assaults? What is the voice of self and how does it differ from that small quiet voice of God’s Spirit? Are we Listening and differentiating between God and Self? James warns and expresses the skinny Path.

James 4

From whence come wars and fightings among you? come they not hence, even of your lusts that war in your members? Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not. Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts. Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God. Do ye think that the scripture saith in vain, The spirit that dwelleth in us lusteth to envy? But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble. Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded. Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up. Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge. There is one lawgiver, who is able to save and to destroy: who art thou that judgest another? Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain: Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that. But now ye rejoice in your boastings: all such rejoicing is evil. Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.

Yes, my enemies are wrong most often wicked beyond reckoning, but that has never been my responsibility to define their departure from God’s salvation. It is expected that at some point in my worldliness I am going to face and fail at the opportunity to proclaim someone beyond God’s Reach. That is my own frailty and fleshly imposition. For God loves all creation and only He knows who will refuse to hear and answer His Clarion Call the Covenant of Grace. The agreement is between each person and God I simply extended the reason to review and answer the invitation. For me to determine that Dem’s or deep state or a certain nationality or faith are beyond the Reach of God is the reason James counsels through God’s Holy Spirit otherwise. For blaspheming the Holy Spirit is the only unforgiveable sin, turning down God’s offer of Grace.

Any plan, direction or objective that drives my thinking and actions without congruency and counsel found in; Worship, prayer, meditation and discernment with God is driven by the lusts of the flesh. If I continue to pray Amiss, as God’s Word says for the things of flesh will they be answered in the affirmative? Most likely not as God’s Word never contradicts itself and this is pretty clear direction. Therefore identifying, isolating and being careful to remove those prayers for self is key to mature understanding and efficacy in prayer. Additionally, God knows what I need and He knows that which is for His Good Purposes as indicated in His Word of using all things to the Good for those who love Him and walk according to His Purpose. He says that even when I act wrongly He will turn it to good for His Kingdom. That clearly demonstrates that I am a work in progress, wrestling with the enemy, the flesh and the world against God’s Path and Purpose for my life.

Look to the Heaven’s from whence all Good Blessing comes. God knows what you need but He also can say no to those prayers asked for internal drives, lusts and self. Don’t pray amiss determine the voices that feed your motivation, thoughts and actions. Ask God to determine the voice of the Good Shepherd the only voice that God’s sheep are meant to heed and follow. May God answer all of your prayers as you approach Him in Spirit and Supplication to the Glory of His Name. In Jesus Name.

Great blessings to which I aspire may not be forced but offered and accepted or denied. Love is never a thing of force, demand or requirement but is always extended as the priceless gift that reaches beyond individual wants and desires to look for the best even in sacrifice. They do not wish continue then retreat is demanded.

Having clearly stated my unwillingness to push that which must be determined by the individual, I am not God. The Lord does not conform to a personal expectation or vain imagination of who He is or How He behaves. He is God and I am not. As a created being the hands that shaped me have always had the absolute right to determine that which I was capable of becoming, I did not make me.

God is doing an incredible thing that astounds the angels in curiosity and amazement. He gives to us an offering of adoption, forgiveness, love and power with the express expectation that we will choose whatever we choose. That is love. In that same vein and resolve, I see the predicaments and purpose not only in my life but in those around me. I am neither responsible for your choices nor am I capable as are the Hands of God of offering you salvation and ever lasting life. I am a messenger, a powerful one, but only a herald of God’s Love offering to each of you. I cannot enforce love for that is contrary to its nature, nor may I effectively deliver the truth by enabling your vain imagination or a lie.

You will hear from me the wonderful story of God’s Love for Creation, His adoration of you as a person, a purpose and a joint heir to be in Christ Jesus. In my immaturity I thought the outcomes were my responsibility but that was my own worldliness. You alone may make your choices and build or deny a relationship with God Most High. Although I weep when I see as Jesus did that the sheep do not wish to be counted among the gathered, your choice is the priceless gift you have been given. I will not diminish what He has done by worrying about your indecision, resistance or dawdling. Time is finite, the offer is time sensitive, that is truth.

What you accomplish through Holy Spirit again is not within my power to limit or increase, that is a thing entirely between you and God. Perhaps you will be as potent a character as David or Moses, I pray it is so, but that is between you and God alone. I am not Him. I am not sent to coddle, enable or condone your sin, even if that sin is as evasive as sloth or despair. You will do and be whatever you choose to be until you surrender to His mighty purpose and direction for your life, after that He will direct you to exactly what He has planned for your life before the beginning of time. That is AFTER you have made the choice to accept His loving offer of Grace. Before that you served the enemy or self.

Are you a Friend or Foe of God? I honesty do care which you choose but I have no desire to control or persuade you to that outcome. God’s Holy Spirit is the only Person that may call you to Grace. I do not know what He is saying to you right now, as He knows you in a way that I never will. However, I do know through His scripture and experience in this service that He is placing conviction, demands and offering you loving care that I can never fulfill. I must juggle my desire to see you get to a place with the fact that you must decide first to where you will go. If it is to the Cross to meet Jesus and end the war with God forever, well Amen and Amen.

Non linear, tangential roads leading to dead ends or calamitous outcome and a steady dose of fear prompting us choose them. The World is in trouble. Men have lost their love and patience for one another and the blood raises in their eyes as they seek viable option. From nowhere arise preposterous advisors counseling no forgiveness and throwing all in disagreement to the furnace fire. Small voices drifting into slumber or lost against the gunwales counsel reason, abstinence and understanding, but few listen and less have the patience to ponder meaning.

Unequivocal positions taken against even those in the squad interior. No one is safe from the flaying tongues of dissatisfaction. All feel the wrath of those wanton. New fires kindle by short fuses leaning to close to eternal flame seek conflagration. All want war yet yearn for peace and find themselves lain to the bone in the irony. Dancing on hand grenades and short tempers the ballerinas who once were the darlings of public perception now are the raw meat to some who would consume them. No pledges, no new fledgling soul mates seeking passionate expression and dynamism of youthful experience. Now the cold, hardened stare of carnivores chase down hapless youth too afraid to fight for deliverance.

Man has lost his mind in the hysteria preceding Empire. Those who would restrain this oddity are caught in their own struggle misperceiving the meaning of it is finished. Evolution disproven all should find the folly in their raising. Cells are held together by the space between atoms. When force fleets the eggs that were once beaten hatch hazard and reckless abandon. Where are the men who once chased wisdom, begging God in discernment’s grip to deliver them from the harlot or hangman’s noose? Where have the bright imaginative minds of children found their quarry?

We have locked ourselves into the double sides of midnight, longing for morning but lusting for the moon. Saints serving themselves another helping of retirement, someone deep within knowing they will never reach the season. For this is the shattering of the hopeful or the delight of those with readied fuel. Some fashion any new passion to take their mind from worry. Few save for days yet known, not to deploy a fashioned hope in relaxation but to prepare their hearts for harvest, that the daunting work of fulfillment be readied for the job boss. And in cold harmony they hope that zombies haven’t heard them. As doing right is not longer a right among the freed men.

Where to Kings who have no charisma, lacking the character to talk themselves round banquet dance floor. Whose passion and parlay are always seeking privy. Days without end pressuring the willing to give up their patience on summer. And in the dark, where whispers once frightened now blood thirsty shouts of those lain about to take hold of innocence. And in our dreams we see the ride spin faster, trapped in our seats by centripetal force, captured in pursuit of six pence or a headache lasting throughout long winter’s slumber. To the Spring most look longing for normalcy, for Love lone since expired. Now to the hardened hearts of those forgotten, leading into the darkness as if were home.

Beckons, calls, redeems, befriends and prepares. Refined air of certainly and similitude. No force may resist the gathering of all things pure and treasures await for all who have consciously stored. Once being poor of mind and material I longed for the end to despair, anguish and unforgiveness. Now the Hope that pilots my heart into the future I must face promises succor, comfort and provision. Wishes and dreams powered my imagination in vanity. Now the promise of something beyond creativity, beyond my design, some fertile and unchanging passed my capacity for reason and reflection. I have found the furmety.

unfashionable in public discussion, many hear and label me muse or someone absent the cursory simplicity of worldly wisdom. For the wisdom I seek is born of a passion for relationship with the maker of all things. I do not hope upon my own understanding of good and evil, the factors and Polynomials of mysticism and charm. My aspiration are the things beyond self that change my capacity for patience, goodness and keep me from the snares of youth. Why would I want to become lesser when the future before me knows no limitation? Should living in the box of my own will prevent me from becoming something of God’s imagination?

I do not fret this world as it fights itself in a clamor to become its own ruler but lacking the resume or forethought to have planned that destination. Most things though filled with calamity and chaos have begun growing dim in the harmonious hue of God’s descending Kingdom. What lay before or after time, what dimension upholds the nothing or is their a fold at the edges of God’s thinking? I do not yet know nor do I hold on to ambition to know all that God has accumulated. I wish a simply understanding of my reason and outcomes of proper service and mimicry not mockery, To become like Him is not to be Him but being with Him is the greatest achievement available in or outside time and space.

In this peace I will reason and reside. At the harbors of the universal seas into dimension yet known performing tasks for a King I have yet to know half as well as He sees me. There is no other place, no other age, no better time for my happiness or heroes but with the One Who Made me to seek Him for purpose, hope and works.

In that moment it was done, finished, sealed, healed and completed. The mockery so harsh yet always seemed somehow frail in its delivery, as if we all knew something remained unspoken. What house has been built for the many that they few may not stand against it? My pride inadequate defense against proclamation of Truth and forgiveness, from which no one shall remain unchanged. In the light we all walk without blinders, shadow or secrets.

They subject this lad to the harsh hand of repeated slander, disrespect and lack of compassion or understanding. In it this youth stand exuberant when all but hope stands lost. But faith in its establishment and candor propel all things forward especially in the midst of the impossible. Legs pressed but never wobbled the heart resolves itself to stand from sunrise to sunrise. A smile, a laugh a deep breath when all should have been removed by reason the world is confounded in its confusion. A young man stands where all had sought his destruction delivered by the Hand and Promise of God.

What fell in the forest, what stood in desert tempest, what road the highways of Earth’s Sea to begin the planting of God’s harvest? See the fire is inevitable though all evidence and narrative commands in doubt. We hunger for the end of logic’s loose grip upon the Sovereign. If my quest resides simply in the pursuit of all things provable by cannon, equation or stars then I have missed the part outside of time, gravity and dimension. the halls of created hope promising things misunderstood in man’s reference framing. For we have entered the realm of impossibility and find it comfortable in the promise as reflected.

What challenge then youth the fury of this world’s bluster, standing upon braggadocio and limits to understanding are we simply to fade in disbelief or fearful regard neglecting those things we know outside of some men’s gathering? Am I that frail, unimportant or impressive that the Power of a Word given to my heart shall fall ineffective to the ears opened in His Wonder? No this challenge rises to meet me for I anticipated its laughter in the greeting. He told us it would be so and yet we still hesitated in the remembering. It is time to stand, frail, fearful, inadequate and unimpressive within the Hand of God knowing that our enemies lack the knowledge that they so desperately claim completes them.

Your demand I capitulate to your definition of the universe leaves something sorely missed. No one may control the narrative with their own choices without having first removed that very same choice from others in their self determination. That is why the History of God’s Holy Intervention into the dimension of Humanity troubles them so much, for God fully defines and supports that choice as the foundation and proof of True Love for Mankind. See Love does not demand it offers and allows for individual acceptance or denial and to some extent the levels of participation amenable to each recipient.

The Proof of a Sovereignly created and controlled universe are found in Gravity, electromagnetism, particle behavior, light, electricity and even in Black Holes. Extracting that logical understanding from an argument to paint the universe in one’s own darkened perspective born of escapism, is the greatest tragedy and tyrannical projection known to man. If I must deny that water is wet or that mass dictates the opposing powers of energy and acceleration I am simply giving way out of fear of losing attention and love in order to accepting an alternate and empirically false definition of the foundations of all that is known without discovery. Your continued attempt to accumulate sufficient Dominion of might and control in order to rewrite the logical underpinning of reality is testimony to your illness before man and God.

I will allow you to choose any universe you wish to define in your imaginary projection as long as you refrain from forcing that understanding on any members within your sphere of influence and control. For it is within that need to project or have others adopt your version of the universe that you defy God’s Holy offering of Grace and Love. You see they all have a choice, just as each man or woman may choose to serve the gold of this world or the Gold of the next. It is their choice not because you have deemed it so, but by the Grace of God’s construction and the fabric and foundation of all life that each may choose to find their way back to God through Christ. Those are the rules and just because you want, no need to change them in hope of lulling yourself into believing your meeting with Him does not mean that in any way you have altered the truth, just created and supported a deceptive lie regarding that impenetrable and undiminishable Truth.

We have arrive at Man’s departure from deception and embrace of those things which may no longer be ignored. The entire world feels itself being compelled toward a particular moment where the secrets of the universe shall be revealed. We all feel the pressure to take a position in either defense of God’s Construction, Law and Grace or a departure to something created by alternate authorities who would live in a world absent God’s influence. This insanity must not be embraced for how may any created being alter its creation to extract its Creator from that which He brought about. The only way is also by Choice as God will give them exactly what they have asked for a universe in perpetuity without His Presence and they will rile in it.

Father may these be your Thoughts, Your Words, Your direction. Now we stand upon the valley’s edge, the cliff wall descending directly to the floor below. Our toes curled as our sandaled feet hang inches over the edge, waiting to leap, take flight, climb down or perhaps fall into the annals of stories yet written. Lord we see the season in which we reside. The apparent rise of Anti Christ in the world and the massive push to institute the Empire of Dominion upon the World is clear in its evidentiary capacity to indicate upon which edge we now stand Ready. Come what may Your Word has given us hope fill understanding of the victory that has already been secured and the promised joint heirship and adoption we face in Christ Jesus.

Having been said, we now stand upon those promises given us in Grace that we are now indwelt by the Spirit that created all things. As we fast and turn from our wicked ways in humility and supplication to the Father we ask that all things be forgiven, removed and replaced with aspects, character and authority in Righteousness that our mortal character was never meant nor capable of demonstrating. Father we walk in Your Characteristic Spiritual armour, producing results beyond the impossible through Your Power, Promise and Provision. We are certain in our battle stance as our feet quickly lead to the Peace and Perfection of Your Gospel Word to stop, create, convey, transform and direct all to the Cross of Calvary that they may decide to accept the Grace you’ve offered ALL. We know your heart for humanity and will continue even through increased ardor as the end of the gentiles apparently draws near.

Father, we ask first for healing of the Saints. We know that you will give us what we ask for in the Name of Christ Jesus. We now ask that all the saints are raised up in healthy provision and potency as we were promised and given by the stripes given our Lord upon the Cross. Lord remove all cancers, blood problems, viruses, abductions, broken bones, bacteria and poisoning from these Brothers and Sisters that they may for this period do the impossible through Christ who Heals them and strengthens them in all things. Let your Spirit set right all that is out of order in each Saints life, giving them a power previously misunderstood or beyond their understanding. Let them walk, talk and breathe the Everlasting Spirit of Life as they walk forward into the destiny you’ve prepared each of them. May they bring glory to your Holy Name and envy to those who are overwhelmed by your mercy and grace to your children.

Father now as we speak your Gospel to those still incarcerated or chained to sin and death, we ask that you bind their captors here in the heavenlies and under the Earth that they may have no impact upon these making clear decision for Grace. Lord silence the Fallen in their ears, clog the airways of their minions that none may cast spell, curse, evil divination or offer foul counsel while each of these makes a choice for you. Lord set this nation on notice that this is the time to return or be banished from Righteousness and that our only hope has always been found in your Grace, Mercy and Promise. Lord if it be your will send these bound wicked to the Lake of Fire or lock them in Tartarus for the coming day of Judgment. Father make them flee from the mention of Your Holy Word from each saint. Let us offer your authority and power as we lend them a helping hand to find you at Calvary’s Cross.

Father may the revival in preparation of your Grand Harvest begin this day in our company, understanding and prayerful request for a Global Deliverance to begin. Father may all hearts hear your offer of Grace and be free from deception, captivity or obfuscation to make that choice by their own considered Free Will as your Promise intends. I pray that all choose life Lord but even if they don’t that all be given a chance this very day to make that Choice of where they wish to spend eternity. Lord may we become long suffering in our patience to wait for all to accept your Grace and demonstrate your characteristic hope that all will find their way to given the time to do so. May Your Wrath poured out upon this Earth produce an overwhelming bounty of the saved to the Store House of Heaven. May we be found faithful in discharge of our duty to Grace, serving the Coming Kingdom and Our King the Lord Jesus Christ with earnest and Joyful exuberance. IN His Holy name we Pray, Jesus Christ the King.

We know so little and of all the things in life, There’s no greater tool among us then love for neighbor, child or wife. It’s perfect in its nature and doesn’t want a thing, symbolizing its forever we choose to give a ring. There is no protection from love contagious and it’s free nothing greater to have pursue you, no better place to be than on the receiving end of kindness and regard for you and me. In peace we find a partner a lover or a friend and the Love we share together knits us tightly until the end. Sycamore in the desert you stand uniquely filled with the affluent power of joy embracing the love of all as family and friend.

Of Love, I have often wondered, is the price something given freely which when paid makes it more the precious? Or are the prison doors made privy shut around a heart and mind forever trapped, encapsulated with freedom unwanton? A moments rest in freedom shunned for a captive heart, treasure beyond remanding. What burden is so light yet massive that none may escape its shadow. We would travel time, grieve eternally and trade our last bastion to taste a moment of its fragrance. This so is the meaning of everlasting life for it is only found knit inseparably to the hopeful adoration of those who would spend it with us rather than elsewhere, even kindled with massive treasures of gold and fury.

Brought to light by spark and cinder, into the raging fires of loves possessive heat. Always wishing to keep one hand in the pool of swirling waters below that I might not burst, formally expiring in the dreams of passion’s wonder. Singing tunes without pain or love use not the notes to their fullest, banishing to dark elixir of chords, rhythm and time to lesser pursuit. The first aspiration must always be the love of ones master, creator, Dad. For in our roots and that approval or validation we find the will to overcome, transpire and push forward with the courage that surrounds a man’s heart with recovery. Into the raucous night of battle’s clanging we rush fervently for the hope of one regard from maker.

Insisting on poverty we still must find the brotherhood, the filial, the romantic call of loves draw above reason and counsel. Those who hate are relegated to lesser gains and ambitions. For there is no place as the hand of love upon thee. Sought not for gain of finance but finishing of purpose. Pleased by all that comes our direction we are never filled to measure without having had the great pleasure of someone seeing and accepting us fully for who we are not who we have left to become. As the drum beats into the night counting out and calling us to the quest of dreams, we are lost in the forest without knowledge of tree, leaf or Earth without first having understood and followed the love that first led us wondering.