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This is precipice, peace penumbra perfectly ordained in the Presence |
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He could could yet could not glory in anything, anything but the Cross of Christ. I could have been anywhere, yet nowhere, else. I gloried through a phenominal, epiphonic fade ... a feeling of daydream turned destiny. Tunnel vision to a despairing, violent horizon with his head, her head eclipsed in view. A voluminous sadness of spiritual desperation. Then ... my head ... something with eclipsed myself overtaking, overshadowing, my certain crucifixion. So was birthed the glory ... the glory of the phenominal, epiphonic fade. My forever with Christ. |
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Like floss, tensed between fingers ... mine and His. Like rope, released for a rescue ... mine, not His. Like life, aligned and symbiotic ... ours. |
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I know well. I know well how to drive ... the careful, constant application of accelerating gas and easing, ceasing brake. I don't ever use neutral; except upon pulling in for inspection or a pulsating, powerful wash. Sitting here with Evelyn ... I'm in neutral. I'm trying to get used to this gear. |
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Began this day, again with flickers of perspectives from around the world within nature. Color concentrated on tattooing my heart. Details danced to delight my soul. Insects, flowers, leaves, water foul and oh! that sparrow ... Such incredible beauty beyond the human constructs of abodes and roadblocks. |