Intangible mechanisms of harlotry. Pulling with agonizing efficacy at the mooring of man. Latches cast open the residue of insignificant restraint pitch men to frenzy and the unhappy pursuits of women to flame. We are neglectful of harmonious participation in the real, the now the beginning seeking resolution. Reflecting upon mirror images of self and reason we dance away from precipice edge only to roll over the promontory to valley below. What response have we broken at world’s end?

We are slaves to those thoughts we cannot stop thinking. Reset, taffy pulled by paddle stretched to limits of our chemical outrage we deliver against expectations only to find ourselves short of time, cash and reason. Where are the logics of time’s passage? Where are the reasoned voices of men who thought it outstanding to consider a life well lived heroic? What broad exceptions have been parlayed by the false hearted such that we no longer stand with the gallivant against the wiles of darkness, struggling to remember the warmth and hope of light.

Flavored algorithms teaching children of the supernatural with naught but ghosts and dust as reference. Places found by accidental poking against the fabric of universal sinew. Danger too explosive as serendipity points to the bridges of Valhalla and the dark poisoned mushrooms of Pandora’s fumbling. What twain resides between unreal and imaginary? Is there a strap to adhere one’s raft sailing against the winds using water and fire to perpetrate the farce of avatar? When did confidence become insufficient to resolution? Where is fear bottled and sold to conduct mass deception? How shall we find birth having never sought the navigable seas for safe harbor?

Having not been tempted to buy or bury hatchets, define incredulity or refrain from pugilism, I wonder the meditations of Word that sees through me in my simple but complex creation. Nonplussed by raging jargon or ill equipped anatomy born of those dodging the loving hands of maturity and wisdom, I reside in peace attempting to imagine a peaceful stroke of luck for you. Dancing within the commas placed to capture my limits as worldly character I crush no blackberries and pecan between my molars and refuse the sweet smelling lilac upon the wind as it tempts my nostril. Hate begets the passionate version of this nightmare which I have been avoiding even forgetting to make obeisance for boatman. There is something more than I know and I readily pray I discover the privilege to have it shown me.

To say that I love you is inadequate still for how much may the mountain simply love the sky? Frozen granite fingers reaching out for her into the rich deep frozen blue of stratosphere. Tis cryptic this word of allegiance and belonging, that never seems to amount to the passions felt by a willing man. For Love is not cradle yet comforts as such nor bastion yet protects from the multitude of woes. Giving flowers a minor symbol of the galactic explosion of endorphins rushing through our bloodstreams as we contemplate even brief words. We are undone, prisoners, captured by this longing for another, yet fail in word and deed to express its depth.

How then frozen by the winds of time’s repeated majesty are we kept from ill by a pull to particular? What elixir made hopeful by the dawn escape against all odd from the urges lassoing our mind’s dragging us backward as necessary to the object of desire. Objects, desires what strange bedfellows these words that describe things when my fury burns for the living and urges would brave, storms, seas and battle to see her once again. What dream so dastardly lashes us firmly to following path whether by foot or heart or wing? What thing is this love that speaks so frail of its wanton will as it nervously searches the vacuous database of available phrase coming back with improper search words? We are slaves to something from which we meant no allegiance.

Were life to end as this love stands unanswered would then we portend the dangers involved? Or is it simply emotional this feeling that death would be preferred to the passionate pains within an unrequited heart? Where from did this disease inspire to entangle half the masses in quest and the rest in defense again it? What massive marevel awaits them who venture in hunt successful? What pledge regarded prayerfully is made to shape ones arrival? What peace grasps the heart that we may begin to relax the tensions threatening to tear us asunder? What is this Love that it overrides even the most powerful of evil intent, rendering them useless in the veil of simple smile? Where may I find defense against potency unmeasured?

Oh to fools this pleasure be. Where words are worthless, diamonds idolatry and whispers to long forgotten inference of inner children finally found. This folly is to death its parting never to be free from the prisons of adoration, the clutches of daydreaming the next encounter or finally finding freedom from worry, care or consideration. My clutches are ill acclaimed as these talons grip my very soul from which even smallest twitch futile. This is my self worship in the grasp of love so sweet then brutal, finding hope in the next gesture, mention or wink. My thoughts bridled my mouth useless my heart given to the dawn of forever waiting. I stand knowing a greater thing than this has been given for the asking. What creation to beset me with problems so torturously grand I cannot nor would not escape them? What creation to Creator owes the beauty and fealty of true love observed and answered?

In an effort to be candid in clarion forthcoming, I will not make it through the incarceration of the American Spirit. A thing having lived freely on the plains running, fighting, hunting with its brethren is not designed for circus or zoo. Are we reduced to viewing in captivity the last of our species that we may have experienced the Mighty Lion, Gorilla or whale taking alms and performing tricks so we too may say that we remember the days when? An America without inalienable rights and the guts to lay down whatever must be given to defend them is a toothless wolverine. I am a man of God’s peace but do not mistake that meekness for the weakness that modern men display as they stand bye when their families are plundered.

The Wild calls and Grace answers from the depth of my heart that a man may not mistake or escape the truth of his nature. As God transforms me, making me more as Himself I realize the warrior within, as God too is a man of war, protecting those whom He loves and enforcing the declaration of His Commandments. We do not serve a meager representation of Sovereignty but the Everlasting God who knows the price and the value of the live that He once breathed into each of us. Why would we believe even momentarily that He would simply stand by and watch infants dispatched before birth for the price of self concern when He has thoroughly enforced that love of the unborn and the hate for the Sin of wickedness that would sacrifice them. How may we even briefly consider ourselves absent those reflections or free from God’s wrath against it?

I do not wish this time in man’s maturation to be about me, but in contemplation isn’t about each of us and how we may find our way through the path of God’s Intention? I am not of this world yet the passionate cry of its passing and the deep love for mankind calls the raging fury of my Spirit outward in defense of the innocent. This is how man was meant to end, with much of us determining it is time to reach beyond the base lusts and quests of man stuck within the rut of carnality to something beyond, something pure, unwanton craving fairness and a tenderness toward those who will never be the “fittest”. IN Man’s graduation of humanity he removes himself from center, determining that the survival of all or most is more important that than the dominance of supreme man. We have come to the crossroad’s where Love is greater guidance than the pang in my stomach.

As I am tempered, measured, tested perpetually and found inadequate, the reconstruction effort continues. It is time for man to evolve but not as some prompting from the primordial ooze, but as a call to finally become as our maker that we may for once everlasting, walk with Him in the cool of the afternoon. Thank you for loving me enough to allow me to defend the weak and find peace in the sacrifices of a man who has grown to know the Love of God for man.

I scribble in the margins hoping to recall the key and suffer through the dark of night praying God remembers me. The days are mashed together and the weeks just fly on passed our sight, we give way to hope and plunder and resist with all our might, the fright that would have us surrender and the fear that wanders in. Don’t reach your destination before the prayerful pile in. The times they are such pleasure and the gifts just never end we were further toward surrender and soon became to mend, in friends and Brothers found we the courage to go on a song so often whispered kept us awake before the dawn. we sought the master’s pleasure while we struggled for the gold some found its way to memory but much of it we hold. incarcerated nightmares and dreams so loosely kept we looked upon the damsel and in her capture we all wept. The day had come so poorly and the weight of night soon fell we sat in abject disbelief of the stories he would tell. Standing on the top step we viewed the world below safe among the fires and freezing in the snow.

Where to my Captain send me to some foreign forgotten sea, to round up all the heroes to see what we shall be and the forest soon forgotten the mountain gently slept in the tunnels that we ventured our booty must be kept. Alas the time’s upon us we must run to foreign shores to fight so hard for freedom and hope for ending all the wars. There is no place for reason and fools have all been filled the master and his charge were so early caught and killed. We raged a war of anger and the fury in our hearts no one is spared the danger when the berserker Spirit starts. They suffered in their wisdom as their courage soon ran dry I had forgotten all my laughter and lost the will to cry. in the depths of my dissemble my truth had run its course it married the knight within me but this warrior found divorce We fell for lack of reason and answers soon were gone in the red of this grand morning we found the strength to sally on.

Rising two days later we piled up the dead our minds too slow to handle the lies that we’d been fed. The watershed was broken our cistern had run dry we forgot our hunger right off on our thirst we could rely. The passion of dark moments the fill of light’s warm hand in the shadows we rebuked them all the powers we misunderstand. They stood so firmly against us we buckled and we bent we’d forgotten our first promise and what allegiance meant. in this rebirth we found freedom from the men we had become, the churning guilt and bile we washed it down with rum. For a man can live two life times within this unholy shell if he can forget the sins been done him stomach’s turning from the smell. We all are everlasting together or apart, in weeping and the gnashing the rest shall play their part. For fortune has no favorites only God may bless a man, we had become the dogs of thunder stricken from His plan. In our conquest we found some measure of what a man may be but the agony and wonder would be the death of me.

The United Nations is the anathema of the free nation state. It is programmed in their DNA, written in their objectives and trapped in wantonness within their supposedly eternal bloodlines. You see the UN was made up of the League of Nations experiment which set the monarchs of the Holy Roman and British Empires and all other worldly blue bloods on the the seats of Global rule immediately following the WWI which they started to achieve this and many other objectives. They had subdued and deceived the world into believing that this aggression by the German’s and other parties was inevitable due to man’s squabbling. However it was inevitable as the parties on both sides were relatives working with Jewish bankers to conduct the most elaborate hoax ever perpetuated on mankind by a bunch of blue blood relatives seeking the one thing that had evaded every empire through time, world conquest.

By the UN’s launch they had sprung WWII the second stage designed to disrupt the world stage, bring about the recreation of Israel and then perpetrate a huge global insurgency by ending the war in sending agents of the Empire to weadle into every society around the globe. Scientists, Doctors, Monsters and intelligence men were sent all over the globe with the aid of internal sympathizers who had funded Hitler’s rise to become pivotal thought leaders in all the countries that accepted them openly as new productive citizens. All these nations, greedy for the Nazi technologies jumped at the opportunity to house until yesterday they had called horrific enemies. IN 1947 they launched the third phase of their plan to seed the foundation of the Fourth Reich by implanting those seeds and tools of communism invented by British to take down China and Russia, but this time targeting the United States. Even those who saw it were labeled “Conspiracy theorists” a label created by the intelligence services to propagandize and shame those less quickly decieved. The United Nations secured an elaborate home in NY given lands by the Rockefeller Eugenicist/Globalist Family which assured that they would continue to undermine U.S. culture and nationality.

We are here at the final stages of the UN plan to launch their New World Order by the year 2030. They have recruited companies from around the world to sign what they call the Global Compact in agreement to joint rule a slave culture as elitists ruled the serfs. They recruited doctors, lawyers, bought politicians or captured in leverage by blackmailing their sexual deviance. Their intelligence men got pictures of men and women with underage children even practicing satanic rituals including murder. They created the three letter agencies and filled them with sympathizers assuring that the American people would find no support from those whom they most needed it. They bought, coerced or conspired to own the three branches of U.S. Government which wasn’t that difficult having filled them with those with a natural taste for money and power, promising them positions of authority when the new World launches. They covered every base even the Universities and the Local Governments but they missed the most important piece. GOD.

They conveniently forgot that God had given US inalienable rights and protections as a nation dedicated to His Name. They Forgot how much the Almighty God the Sovereign God who created all things Loves US. And they forget the most important thing in the World that we Love and Trust Him and have a relationship where He hears and answers our prayers. The UN may have been effectively deceitful in implanting their agents and HQ and supplanting our leadership even in creating and spreading fear by an emergencyt that they themselves created, but they forget to whom we belong. The UN will be moving to Babylon soon. Yes they will achieve their objective of Global New World order at some point as they see their anti Christ rise to Power, but it will be timed and short lived. For as they forgot God they did not forget His Word and His Promises to rule forever and ever. He promised to come back for His faithful and to rule and reign forever. So though the UN Empire has been effective at bringing the recreation of the Roman Empire about in our age, they repeatedly ignore God’s Word that says they will fail miserably when they come up to fight against the Lion of Judah, Jesus Christ the King. Oh what a horrific and glorious day that will be, may His name always be praised.

Christianity is not a self-help pursuit. Yes, as in any attempt to transform one’s life there is space for a wide array of committing oneself or volunteering to the changing Hand of God’s Workmanship, but God is Faithful and true to complete the work He once began in each of us. We come to God because of the things we cannot do not because we are looking for a helping hand in massaging our lives into order. That is why the poor have such a propensity to seek God, because without His intervention they most certainly will continue to suffer the ills of their position and misery. This life is designed to prompt us through trial to eventually find God or decide not to seek Him though we know He is there.

As with any construct, dimension or world there is a purpose, a meaning a general flow down the river of existence toward some desired outcome. Since God is the Sovereign of the universe He is the only that gets to assign this divine purpose for the machinery of life. In our world the nature of our pursuits are as follows; God made it all perfect knowing that we would mess it up and into that mix He expelled one of His most powerful angels who had gone bad thinking himself equal or above Almighty. The mystery and the wonder of this entire story is that the world into which we have been injected is entirely in God’s Control, even though he allows things to occur that may appear correctible these influences eventually put all mankind into conflict with the fallen in an apparent contest to see who may come out on top. The problem for the enemy of God is that he has already been defeated when God took human form and stripped him of all power beyond a certain date. Additionally allowing every person who had earned the debt of sin death to be freed by choice through belief and faith.

What we now have is a stage set for the final scenes. Mankind hasn’t listened by and large and perpetuates the same mistakes God warned them not to make and refuses to investigate the escape routes God assigned them. We have become embroiled in the Fallen Casts last rights on their journey to judgment. And instead of walking our own path in wisdom as God has directed we choose to follow the broad road that leads to certain damnation with the fallen. We are a travesty and abomination a sad desperate set of individuals who are choking and hold the remote control to stop the gas and open the windows but we refuse to push the buttons because we don’t want to say that we served anyone but ourselves. Blindly our leaders look for ways through the minefields of our own creation but they will not stop for even one moment publicly and demand that we all seek God’s guidance though all know that is the only path to certain success. It is a gentleman’s folly and a poor man’s boon as those in greatest need will certainly humble themselves and seek God’s assistance rather that suffer for years on end toward an uncertain destiny.

God Loves Us and yes there are things that are horribly wicked in this world. There are dangerous powerful spiritual beings that were given power by God to play a role in this universe to sponsor God’s outcomes and build the coming Kingdom. He has more than fairly provided a way of escape for all men classifying us all as sinners from the outset and giving none an upper hand in the quest for salvation. All are equal before God and all must make a choice to accept His offer of peace and escape the coming judgment or as we are now seeing played out on the world stages fight God and never come to the understanding of the Truth. We must remain in contact with Him and begin to understand through prayer and humility the glorious path He has painted for each of us. I don’t know about you but I am truly tired of fighting God Almighty, I mean the name alone implies a series of hopeless losses which I have regrettably experienced. The shame that comes with continually insisting on following my own will is often too much to bare. I know that I don’t know better than God nor do I have a certain understanding of my purpose and how to fulfill this life in the greatest manner yet I continue to imply that somehow I do. That is preposterous.

I know that you have always thought me foolish, however, you have never been able to resist trying to compete with me and continually coming up on the losing side. What does that say that the idiot is a savant or that you just continue to lose to someone who has no sense. or perhaps, just perhaps the line of love I have been delivering to you each time we meet is the absolute truth and is given you out of love to save you from the worst thing that could ever happen to any man, eternity separated from God in the lake of Fire. I cannot honestly say that anyone could claim to love people and want that outcome for them. God’s Judgment is final. Praise Him that He has given us time here to make the mistakes and make the choice that must be made by all. I pray that you waste no further moments for none are guaranteed. Accept His offer of Grace, end the War with God, be adopted, forgiven, sanctified and transformed. That is what He wants for all men. He loves US ALL

The days have come where men with power may not be trusted to transfer that which they have received from God and man to the next rightful facilitator. Men’s heart are turned to the worship of self, given to the overreaches of those who will see themselves satiated in perpetuity. The type of indulgence is irrelevant for all treasure captures; those that grab the eye, them that capture the flesh and those most horrific that have grasped the heart of any person. Held captive in the clutches of that drive to find “it” filled they clamor to assure early location and late removal of that which is sought with reckless abandon or precise machination.

Those who trust in God have never been disappointed though the days being short we have managed expectation in finding greater trials and longer discipline as we are collectively prepared for a meeting with the King. Nations however sharing equal opportunity for judgment find themselves wanton, disturbed, filled with the scurry and hurry of those addicted to cheese. Desire draws them, having forgotten the voice and direction of the Lord they pursue, sometimes simply depression or worry but nonetheless they chase after it without hesitancy. With no regard for heavenly or Earth bound warning the quest, the hunger drives without abeyance. For the Godly this is painful to watch so many headed to separation from God all for the want of that which cannot be taken with them when they go.

In the freedom of the Hand of God’s dependable blessing I find peace in the knowledge that though things appear unfixable that the Lord’s plan will readily set things to His Order at precise timing. I pray for those who do not yet know the Lord that they too will find that one things worth giving up quest for “it”. However, we have been shown that this next phase of God’s intention requires upheaval, terror and a world at least half full of people who have no regard for neither humanity nor life itself. The Lord will provoke response, whatever it takes and believe me it is going to take asteroids, war, pestilence, poisoned water and an entire mess of other judgments, woes and death to get most people simply to awaken from the slumber of their own self focus. I do not envy any who must remain throughout this period but even if I were to directed I would do so with joy in my heart and committal knowing what awaits me at the end of this life’s passing.

What position then is appropriate for a man of God knowing that all is going to be skaken and much broken loose for God’s intention? Am I to fight men as they attack everyone and everything hoping to maintain their power, drugs, food, sex and sustain their craving in dreadful times of want and scarcity? The oddest thing to men is that I am to love them but be aware that they will sell me in a second for another helping of what pleases their carnality. That requires understanding and practice for in this life you may be assured that you will perform what you practice. God bids me love them and in time of trial to maintain an understanding that most on Earth will be left in disarray as God pours out His Wrath upon them. Those awakened or lacking a lust to consume all in sight will need loving kindness and find hope in the Lord as they are set free from the prison of mankind’s frailty to be adopted into the kingdom of the most High God.

But make no mistake the power that has been given each believer, indwelt by God’s Holy Spirit. There is no greater protection in the Heaven’s or on Earth than the guidance, provision and comfort of the Teacher in our hearts. We will stand the battlefield often, not as men seek to meet staff to stave but as Spiritual intercessors for mankind, in healing, in transformation and in intervention against the spirits of the fallen who would steal, kill and destroy all that each man possesses. We are the Sons and Daughters of God here to spread the Gospel Word, share God’s Love that all may know there is an alternative to perishing in the lake of Fire or by Wrath and setting men free to meet the Good Shepherd at the Cross of Christ, where they may be forgiven, cleansed, sanctified and transformed through the Power of Rebirth into God’s Kingdom.

Today is the Glorious day I have been given by God to fulfill His purpose for my creation. I will be glad and rejoice in it even if it means today is the day I march to the boundaries of Hades to find the one lamb that is estranged from Almighty. In Jesus Name, Today

In a chat about forever we forgot about today, what good is morning this old world with eternity on its way? We believe in leaving our grand mark as we pass on through this life, so often taken from our track as we wrestle for the knife. Slumbering at daybreak hot sun upon our backs we suddenly see our planning and the precision that it lacks. By day we are bright warriors at night we turn our hearts to darkness and decision that is how the problem starts. we’ve forgotten of the power that those with life most often wield there’s no hope of making glory when your being carried on your shield. The songs they sing so sadly as if someone important went away when asked who it is they sing about they are hesitant to say. I am nothing but a player in this manuscript out of time, my creation my only error and my humanity my only crime. Sometimes I am doing poorly but better than most get I’m yet to find my glory a reputation is all I get. So based upon the word of mouth we spread the fear to come it raises the hackle for most people but puts the anger back in some. It’s not so bloody likely that we eventually must fail to believe that we go down so young is just beyond the pale. Tried by conventionality having walked through crucible we find our memories vivid and our capacities at full. The suggestion float by lonely whispered to ghost and men yet come. I thought my willful nature was better meant then some. In hopeful consternation and fully apropos we set out to Tucumcari but we traveled much too slow. All at once but then quite slowly the balloon began to burst caught in the middle of the killing lands with no grasp of our great thirst. For we met the limits of this lifetime the tragedy for most, is just when wisdom comes upon them they are already become a ghost. Too rash for liquidation not worthy of the print we cast the silver softly and strike it thrice to mint. In august agitation too early for the spring we find our perspicacity was prescient for just about anything. The engines they hummed loudly as if offering to speak the axles twisted slowly as we road right through the creek. All gibberish and nonsense find repose in this odd story how we thought that leaving Jersey would someday lead to glory. There is no ship a coming no happy waiting port no storybook of perfect porridge nothing of the sort. The character’s too stupid to free themselves from jail the captain and the magistrate expecting them to fail. A wondrous adaptation of a story that once made sense it’s early iteration so adjust for my defense. Weep softly for the maiden though she’s wicked and quite green the hero just forgot her and went on to another scene. How rich the publication how short attention span we follow as we ‘re able interpreting as best we can. The Long of the short of it were lengthened or nipped a bit. If you can’t convict just don’t acquit the public wants to throw a fit. The moment is the glory and the story is the song we write and sing with every wind not knowing where we’ve gone wrong.

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.

Those tools I grasp as tongue for asp are far too weak to cut the cheek of the long and sleek deception upon the meek. To loss of letter we find that losing one’s mind to perhaps be better then to fall in the path of our own anger broiled by broth of world’s injury visited upon the week to the broad vision of Vetter. What tamed shrew bent to what heaven had meant then sent to dance the dallied fury of all the treasure spent upon taking those not intended to go where you’ve gone and went. Songs of bewildered few don’t crash through as lullabies do to waken the reluctant view in seeing the splendor of tomorrow’s remembering crew.

Why to loss of the one true power would we allocate second or hour scouring the countryside for the weapons of pride? You’ve fallen away with naught but odd things to say while feelings well polished escape leaving anthem at bay. We must stand and wait not so impatiently at the gate for the keeper to arrive with the ferry. Never so merry are the faces so very apt with wrinkle and frown when the whole workings turn around and begin heading for yonder side empty. Well kempt gent with whom these nights should be spent quite often was found to have lent us a smidgen of wonder. Grown fonder of faith which may not be shaped on a lathe rather fashioned by the ponderings and wonderings of children assuming they knew the truth before they left the gate.

Softly tended hearts given to quiet understanding. Stand remiss at the gargantuan demonstration of collective frailty. Remorseless we build crescendo blocking harmony’s intention. What softly driven breeze told them of transformation? How kindred were the few that return was necessary and escape inevitable. Time to perish in the thoughts unmastered or be elevated to contemplation born of freedom’s pause? These wonders are rare yet never too far outside ethereal conviction. Incapacitated leaning desperately upon the one knee that would maintain balance we struggled hopelessly as the ship’s yaw became inverted. All hell broke loose or at least most of the bad parts of Earth as we headed directly into the path of sundown.

Ignonimous pressure stripped away the fortitude leaving her clutching the broken shards of her diamond dreams. In grievance she found voice clear and crystalline leaving no mooring for obfuscation. With the breeze all candor had risen, sailing eastward to the latitudes of truth. Bound for distance yet measured she found solace in the solidity of her memories and the hope of days yet come. The day arrived and this would cost and count leaving no room for commitment lacked. Footfalls deep in mire left short evidence of her willingness to step from safety of the vessel to challenge footing in the swampy access. No easy passage left her in prayerful consideration of the way ahead. What obstacles so sweet would leave such bad taste upon her palette?

No fondness in past request to be free of the nonchalance of romance remembered. Pain to inquiry’s call we must dance with the doubtful honored days of our love made certain. In quest there are no steps mistaken only forays of question, light footfall upon thin ice to test its buoyancy and deep running gallops toward those things we believe will disappear without mention. What burden reside in the heart encumbered with the weight of two worlds; the temporary and the imagined? Bent backs and shoes squishing beneath the massive weight of worry we bandage buckled knees in hope of making mile’s measured. What a choice akin to free will that we would shoulder the burdens when they may have been voluntarily relinquished. Why choose hate when love as password delivers us to the valley of undefined accounting?

All power abdicated to hand less likely to use them in hunger’s satiation. How satisfying the loss of tongue and tale as kindling for forceful fire of false restoration. We have become that which was meant not the cast off version of splendor’s failure but the remanufactured blessing of the master’s premiere works. Tending fields not our hand planted, traveling roadways lain in angel’s passing looking to dawn for which had no surety in arrival. We found the land of our travail, the whisper of our coming and gave reproach to dominion that would have seen the innocent measured and made captive to the leisured desires of those wicked thinkers mounting assault to moon and castles keep. We found that which was sought, that which could never be purchased, earned or connived, the entrance to lands yet made for which only passage is certain.