Never wishing to brood I put down the sandelwood brush and hope for harmony, light and merry mirth to visit. The twisted image of contorted children burning in the fires of war bring tears and the twelve ton joy crusher. Lost ostensibly forever my reckoning of humanity with those I find most “human”. Married for the moment to an unappreciative mate I find myself searching for the dark, sullen hiding place of depressed men. My dreams are not the flashing nightmares of Adonis crazed by unsullied grace, but the deep focused tutorials of transformation’s voice appealing almost willing change. These are days for light hearted fellows who can look upon sin and grin in open admiration. This time of darkened stars, a sweet sooty smell of sweat and offal brought as offering in its impurity. These are the moments few when the fallen have their day. To the Will of God I pray my allegiant understanding knowing in foreshadowing the frailty and impotence of my capacity to rule this lot, this time, without a heart to share among them. I leave less convinced of my superiority, engulfed in the awareness of the separation between righteous and untoward.

I lift my voice in cry for mercy’s hope. To pierce the void and dull grueling gray I search for Nebula’s splash of super heated gasses thinking no darkness may shroud the delight of heaven’s fury. What soft hearted reason is life so easily rested from the breast of the perfectly pure? To see the tremors being upon the ridge of hand and pass to tapping toe as anger impoverished by starvation finds new porridge in the raging august heat of my heart’s regret. Where are we gone that there is no summer’s cause for jest and smiles fill the air of community’s wealth and repair? What forgotten land has replaced the pause of blossoms render to blood red, blackened vein in corrupted flesh? Must men of courage look upon such things with hope of breeding indolence or cause for ardent quest to bring home the measure and return that which had so intrepidly found lost. Men may search dark tunnel seeking that valorous moment when death is acquainted with itself, but we were only made to travel to such places for purpose and denying fear bring God’s Wrath to the hidden. Removing their supply we hope upon all righteous breath that man’s simple and faith filled escape the broad incisors of that gaping maw.

What will to man that God has not corrected in folly’s pursuit? What words too ignorant display the lack of man’s own sense, found immeasurable by sin and impure thinking? What day so short that will to reside at the foot of God never finds light in the bosom of those with candor and courage? What harm give man to children or wife or elder patron that undeserved shall bring any measure of faith or worth? Why to unworthy cause lend the sword arm of men destined for courageous venture? How measure a man’s life that ill spent moments find themselves reconciled with deeds so honest and real, they ought not be whispered in similitude? Do cry our souls the loss of man’s kind reason? What harm have we to bring that God would allow any measure of man or life the cause to purchase such unworthy conquest? To those who wish mill stone collar never stain the sight of men who love, Love. Mud wallows to swallow up all regard of Life and Lights brilliance demeaning flesh to terminal understanding. We shall not miss the grey swirling horror beneath bridge nor shall we ever forget its abomination by forgetting for one second that evil did capture the heart’s and minds of men.

April ends dreamingly captured in May’s allure of colorful promise and Sun drenched hope of June’s fellowship aplenty. Awash in life filled to robust measure seasoned with cinnamon spice and overwhelmed by haughty blossom. Nights longer than naps allow, I fall pray to the whispers and meandering reorganization of timely sent program change. Forgotten all that needs forgetting, open to the grand canal of wisdom and the gulf stream of unfinished words, set upon my tongue pre launch. What value has wanton expression but the timid or not so candid exercise of attentions gathered? A pawn so curtly expended and blushing as the Queen leaves her rightful place to wander.

How rapacious of Summer’s head dress displayed in advance of noon day rise. Surprise so sweet the fall of many to find in vision the reason for our collective madness. When did we sit so cautiously, in thought, inured by the Sun’s cleansing touch upon skin so white it explained Winter to a warm heart. No dash of radiant emotion or glow of palpable fate would save them from the dour dose of dusty clouds found penned in darkened scroll the incantations of romance. Why moist rose colored lips that match my glasses were doomed to express the calamitous imagination of twenty. Gone so swiftly retired promising nothing but taking it with it the baleful smells of cut grasses and the swelling unpleasureable swelter that the ground offered as breeze.

So soon left wanting the cleansing relief of sweat upon standing brow. Not the chill but the night approaching mentions with each passing star the coming cool and handfuls of harvest ripe. What sandman torches the dust to replace it with Autumn drops so large and sweet that the icy touch upon the hand’s back sponsors thought of sweaters and mulled wine in hearth kilned kitchens. This wind is true and hints at the cool night’s pleasure at bringing north facing slope to eastern rise. Fall, having done its work each green worker asks gravity’s assistance to sleep and live again come March’s Ide. What shame to heat the day so pleasantly then steal the same warmth from each heart by night’s fall. Still the noise of day as many prepare for the days when time slows its promenade.

Then the test of hearts and constitution wields its sword against the will of man. As winter calls to the Spring come don’t leave us long, we are left without green leaf having to dream once again imagining rebirth, growth and replanting. What launched on august whisper now shouts hearty as the shutters bang and the trees scratch against the roofshake. What icy nightmare awaits as we struggle to remain awake seeking the last breath of embers red hope. But all quests end and some not so speedily lead to the safety of old man’s reason as kindling bones and fatty bottom find embrace in woolen wreath wrapped thrice about. Day’s uncounted shed their hold upon our workings until suddenly that smell of rose upon the wind wakes us once more to the celebration of life’s cyclical promise, granting hopeful realization to frozen feet and wind tired eyes. We wake again to call of unfurled blossom and nectar’s tasty answer. To life we must until time bids us leave to the land of waking dreams.

Bereft of apology or excuse, I am left to contend with milieu and circumstance. Empowered by Joy I find my way to a belly shaking laugh and forget for a moment the pain that made me wince moments prior. Neither lie nor shame of taking the bait so handily prepared will capture my honor and take away from God’s Glorious stake and investment in my successes. For this is a land ruled by promise, truth and decision not left to the reluctant heart who seeks to board sans billet.

We are not the few but the many who have yet to awaken to God’s Loving Grace poured out for all that we may end the war with Him in perpetuity. The Time has arrived for all good people to make that decision that must be decided in this life span and will keep us from eternal achievement. For this is not a thing of works but a thing of understanding and acknowledging Sovereign Authority and the difference between request and commandment. God is not asking, He is offering but His Will is perfect and final so the Choice given in love still comes with a time limit and a complete revocation if not exercised in appropriate timing. In other use it before you expire.

This enemy is short winded, knowing that judgment sits just around the next turn in history they feel the pressures mounting and are compelled to cajole, deceive or sell you out of making the right Choice. To overcome them you must overcome your reluctance, rebellion and foolish wanton desires that will lead to spend everlasting embroiled in pain, darkness and fire. Make no mistake just because you hear the word fire do not believe that you will be surrounded in light but rather absolute darkness in the absence of God’s Living Breathing Light and Goodness. If that is what you want then dilly and dally with the wicked and you shall achieve the worst thing you ever requested.

I dream for America. Not an America of old but for a return to the faith that prompted God’s Gift of Freedom and inalienable authority of self governance. Without faith it is impossible to believe God, therefore a nation that is sovereignly granted inalienable rights and benevolence of Divine Prosperity must possess and demonstrate the requisite faith. How do we demonstrate faith well that comes from standing in great Courage against all odds believing upon God’s Righteousness and Promise. This is the perfect pregnant moment for us to display that faith that God may be pleased, by standing joyously in this time of trial fully dependent upon the mercy, power, Grace and benevolent promise of God we will find the access to His National blessing restored as He promised.

Looking for faith in the hollow belly of the World, but All it knew was hunger. Denying myself the last gulp of free air I plunged into the depths of a battle that was mine before its making. At the pleasure of the King’s hand I stand, wind testing as I lean I receive the products of destiny. What is time but the moments counted between relevance and safety? Luring my enemies into the cave I struck with light and fury to capture their resolve. In an instant we were quenched and the Lord’s relative peace sunk into the small spaces in between reality.

It is not charm that buoys man, nor the impudence that fills the mind with pride that will sail our ships to horizon’s edge. We are nonplussed, immunized against wisdom taught to measure everything with out pride, contained in the limited epoch of humanity. What then shall make a man more than he could have been. Training, pleasure, exercise, experience none but courage have control of night and flight. With the force of an age I release the weight of an angry temporary being’s fight for life upon those who think themselves immortal. They are greeted by the mist in expiration.

As God whispers to each man within his heart I strain to silence my own thoughts and listen for the pause that changes lifetimes. I snatch another breath from the heated fumes and wish for a time when legions did not carry the flag of netherworld, but fought for the beauty of life. We had stemmed the flow of our enemies advance, so fluid it oozed as blood over the lands we once gave freely by paper and pound. Now bullets and knife’s blade bade currency exchange for nothing was sold or bought for pleasure or measure of work or art but by the skill and dower hope of war.

Emotional pause to wish for something old or rather new to take the place of that which would could not imagine having. But time, opinion and flavor had all lost their influence upon the sharp will of man’s desire to conquer for God or again Him. The day of our making had expired and the moments we used had already begun eternity. This was the path all men must march not a march toward personal expectation or some grand dream but the road to annihilation or everlasting life that lay before each. That day mattered more than any of us had ever expressed or comprehended. Lines were drawn that would forever separate man by the parameters of faith and understanding. We had been set free from pawn status, having endlessly been moved upon board for players liking. Now we fought with an expanded set of weaponry in wisdom. Knowing neither dawn nor dark controls the outcome, but the Breath of God Himself.

And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

This the famous Last Line of our own Declaration of Independence from Britain provides us the model for our own assurance, mental state and defense against all opposition. Will we refer and accept this model for our own identity in this current global struggle or will we choose perhaps more flimsy ideals that will lead to acquiescence of our Sovereign Republic? Secondarily, which should perhaps be primary is this commitment concerning Divine Providence reflective of our absolute commitment and surrender to God’s Purpose for our Lives as the Kingdom Work must be done prior to His Return?

For a moment let US break down this statement to its independent declaration of our resolve for no man wins a battle without the commitment to do what it takes for how long it takes as hard as it takes to prevail. The first clause gives US purpose that all we are going to declare or do will be in support of this declaration. Declaration’s demand a statement of contiguity. Here we firmly establish what we are willing to do in order to achieve all the objectives or maintain all the resolutions of the document. The founders clearly elaborated for the reader’s determined understanding and equal participation what must be done for success.

The second clause wonderfully declares that none of this may be achieved without our determination and actions being firmly established, rooted and fully dependent upon God’s Will and intervention for this nation. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me is written in His Glorious Word that Believers may fully understand the impossible may be achieved through dependence upon the Holy Spirit. The Founder’s believed that this Independence was impossible without firm reliance upon God’s benevolent Good and Perfect Will and Fortunate Blessings.

And finally when entering any seemingly impossible commitment having firmly established its basis in Divine Provision and a willingness to do whatever it demands for completion we are called to understand the personal cost of such endeavors. In this final clause these men basically said they were all in for the formation of America. Yet, they said it such a way that it inspired the courage, fealty and aspirations of all men who would be part of this new nation. They were bound by pledge, an oath taken before God which the Word warns should never be taken lightly as God will hold US to them. These men swore and pledged to each other not only their very lives but their Reputation, their honor and all that they owned to bring this nation into a state of Sovereignty, independence and Freedom.

Are we made of the type of material that can make such an oath before God and Men? Do we have the requisite courage and commitment to do it again alienating ourselves from the dysfunctional Government to set ourselves upon the rails of God Providence once again headed for righteous high places? Will we answer the call of Christ with that same abandon, surrender and absolute dependence upon God’s Provision and Plan for this nation? That is what Sovereign Independence Requires an ironic absolute Dependence upon the one who grants it to each of US, The Lord God Almighty, In Jesus Holy Name.

Describe the dark Without reference To light’s favor Fire without spark Spicy right tango Breathless cadaver Nothing without God Odd informatus Freedom sans Savior Downbeat music backward bird sung syncopated matter In the seventh seven Hearts took shape Escape ooze to ape

In a Word, Light became the World’s Comfort In Peace Sound In Hope absolution In Song Reminder In Promise Surety In Walk Life In Joy Salve In Harmony Focus In Death, Everlasting In Christ Provision In Dark, Recognition In Him All Things In A Word Courage In Gold Word’s Reflection

How does impenetrable feel? What does it look like in surety beyond the ages? When do you give way to fear knowing that loss is trivial? How long is forever at the first bite? Where is victory when you measure anything by fear of losing? How to move a mountain with a mustard seed

Must we view the bust of men Worm eaten as moist pomegranate Brought to chains by lust In the Dust of their creation We find poisoned words and deeds With fuse tied leads Imbedded in refuse to misuse the muse A pining men’s riches Remanded to ditch and gutters Spirit utters Truth

Expression. How is it prepared this thing beyond my thinking? How communication evolves when the words are beyond vocabulary, the feelings beyond description and the physical language lacking sixth dimension symbolism? What is in the realm of palpable reason when worry is found to have a flavor or sight tiny pulses of light and sound? We are left with a transformation to dream world when building materials taste of taffy and clouds may be put in a tube as paste. What colors paint the rainbows in strings? What exceeds the worth of gold?

How do you describe an unseen tomorrow? Is guessing allowable only when tested by empirical evidence? Why are thoughts not themselves the thing of matter? Ontology is an experiment in making things real when reason tells me they should exist. What then is depth of perception, how may we swim in the sky or fly in the sea but by its mooring to epistemology beyond the enclosures of laughter’s doctrine? Who is the fool who reaches beyond the admonition of the fisher kings to dance in defiance of gravity’s capture? How may I know that which is beyond category, time, audible register or imagination? Who gives me permission to poke my finger through reason and time?

Are we left simply with, “it must have been dream”? Diction Constabulary, prediction police and comptrollers of active transliteration move to strike that which they perceive imperceptive. How then is light become, if not by word of order or order of Word? Must things be seen to be? How then may God exist if I do not see the need for God? Are there options that supersede my reality and have no need of my definition to count their evidence? The universe is not unmade in my lack of understanding. Complexities outside my limited comprehension have no fealty to wait upon my cognition before they may impact this or parallel realities, times or fungible states of matter. If energy may be transformed then it may be transformed in to any form with potent equation, not simply in a manner where math meets my understanding.

Fools proclaim their idea of the universe as certain. It does not need me in order to be exactly what it is. Just a player not the writer or composer, simply marking time until I see deeper into rhyme and lose the bond of time.

And he that sent me is with me: the Father hath not left me alone; for I do always those things that please him. As he spake these words, many believed on him. Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on him, If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. They answered him, We be Abraham’s seed, and were never in bondage to any man: how sayest thou, Ye shall be made free? Jesus answered them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin. And the servant abideth not in the house for ever: but the Son abideth ever. John 8:29-33

There clearly are caveats and qualifications set forth in this passage required to know the Truth, but the promise of being set free is something that entices all Americans not simply believers. In fact, this line is repeated as common phraseology by many Americans regardless of social group or genre. We all know the power of truth and demand to find ourselves surrounded by the truth so we may be free from the controlling influences and intention of evil manipulations. I have yet to have a single person disagree with this powerful ideal from the Bible. The Truth truly does set you free.

So if the Truth sets us free then the lie must be a powerful weapon to create bondage. The control or creation of lies would in fact become a professional study in order to massage, create or manipulate public thinking. Politicians would prize this professional capacity to create and disseminate lies that they may sway public opinion toward elections, power maintenance and as a tool to bring about the desired end state of an individual leader or party. The Lie becomes a tool not simply some distasteful reputation character or unfortunate mistake it becomes the objective.

Knowing this reality and their intention it becomes essential for every person to have that capacity to discern the lie that they may never be placed into captivity of the lie. According to John it requires abiding in Jesus and believing to become a disciple and then be given the truth in order to be set free. What then shall unbelievers do to protect themselves from the abuses of captivity to the lies set before them? Is the pervasive lie being told by our government, media and our politicians that prevalent in society that we must development defense mechanisms against that machinery? If it is as bad as we asserted then each of us must be fully educated in the discernment, avoidance and evasion of the narrative designed to enslave our thinking.

What then are those steps necessary to identifying this circumstance and taking precautions and actions to escape the lasso of prevarication? How do we maintain a hopeful understanding of events with clear evaluation techniques that we may make sound decisions within the midst of modern mastery of misinformation or disinformation? Well, being a Christian Pastor I would say simply believe and abide in Jesus and be given the truth and the power of discernment, but for those of you who are reticent or stubborn to go that route you must begin to closely study and research the actual from the projected.

We know that there are enemies set against us remaining free people. We must identify those people and the sources and avenues of information they use in their attempts to enslave popular thought. It requires, no demands a return to self study, without which the source or content of information may not be trusted or past one to other thinkers. Telling the truth and maintaining clarity and rarity of verified information is perhaps a civic responsibility as we owe it to our neighbor to educate each other and watch each other’s back against the powerful capacity to capture and enslave our brethren and neighbors. Yes, the Truth will set you free, but you must first obtain that Truth before Freedom is possible.

With God all things are possible. For those listening who do not believe you will have to employ enormous effort and diligence to find, keep and pass on to those you love that truth that will keep them from enslavement to narrative campaign.

When do you cry? When do you find the time and space to hurt so deep inside? More me than my. When I look upon your timeless face my heart is opened wide. Some came to see. And others came to reason all that this simple life could be. Enough for me. To stand with hands unbound we fashioned ourselves free.

Inclined to stand. For sitting both together our shoes are filled with sand. Some fires are fanned. When we spend our lives together to you this I will remand. Outside the Box. Anatomy of fracture and chaos repartee. In toeless socks. Prone to be forgiving but nothing is for free. Laugh out of hand. For the poetry of moments combine in synchrony.

Too strong at first. But as I got second winded the taste became quite known. Bitter to the tongue. Once the well has tasted sweet the price of water sown. Suffered silence. To bring forth the dawn in cacophony and symphony seems wrong. To this I dance. Though the steps my imagination my speech and hope too long.

Bring forth your judge. To him the Master has made simple plans in station and review. Time captures man. To things and places true I remand my hope in dream set for stern renew. Ask of the night. why she promises togetherness and lures to comfort which are not but abandoned cold. The spark ignites. In that wanton heart the desire for something fresh from to grow new from old.

What do you do when you would like to utilize the excuse that you’re in way over your head but God has taken down a road specifically so that you cannot use that excuse at this time? Look I know fully well my inadequacies of talent, form, style and looks, but if those were what He needed for me to bring glory to His name in this platform then I assure you that is what I would have received. I know I am not the worst of sinners but I am up there and look upon Grace each day in amazement. There is no story like that of God’s Love through Christ. I don’t know your talents as writer, scientist or theologian, but having travelled all three circles extensively I will tell you no one in any discipline claims to have a greater tale.

I have no excuse for my own misgivings, for my misuse of God’s Gifts or authority and I certainly cannot attempt to use the “I didn’t know clause” because folks I did. My issue is this that I am not where He wants me and certainly no where near my own expectation of my growth, maturity and indwelt usage of the Holy Spirit. I am a source of constant dissatisfaction when I allow myself to review this show as it reflects upon my inadequacy or performance. The unique thing about serving the Kingdom is you may no longer judge yourself. Certainly each of us may reflect upon our shortcomings and go before God in contrition acknowledging the need for forgiveness, cleansing and reform, but we have forgone the position of judge even of our selves. There is only one worthy to open the scroll and to disburse judgment.

Yes, I could have done better. Yes, You may have done a much better job of sharing the word, sharing the song, writing that work or counseling someone through their troubles and perhaps you still may in your own ministry. This is the one I have been given as my field of work, to plant, tend, cultivate and prayerfully wait upon a harvest that I hope is pleasing to the King. I look for Unity in Grace where He has shared His Glory in this Body and I pray for ready Christians who will not shirk the responsibility or opportunity to welcome the master even if He returns at night. I love with all the love that God continues to give me and have seen so many people grow in leaps and bounds as God’s urgency compels us to be ready. What a joy to serve in whatever capacity, even you as self assigned critic believe perhaps that you could have done a much better job. But again this is my cross, my pack to carry up the Hill that I must climb and though I must give some attention to your commentary, it really does not matter all that much. Not to dismiss you but please go do what He told you to do and I am 100 percent willing to bet it wasn’t to fuss with me about my performance.