Compelling
God ‘gave them over’ this what gets me. Growing awareness and screaming loss and the absence of anything decent or attractive in the ‘over’. Painful. Dying to self the cry. A confession of faith, that all about, is increasingly empty. With this comes shame and strong. To project myself out there, so brash and full-of. On those . . .
Mark Four
Loosen up, shake-about and clink glasses. I want to see a jail-break. The metaphorical vision is true. And so is the literal. Since we all booted-up our personal portals we’ve been tagged. An open prison is…
Above already up. So freewheeling away an' nout to lose, remains. Peculiar prelude. How to connect and talking . . .
Unashamed Desperation
Soon come financial downturns and social unrest will see flashes of hope in the pain; renewed and better grounds for an up-rise in God alone desire and forthright devotion. Pockets and outposts, individuals and families, without anything much else but God.
Times now are to celebrate preparations and acclimatise out from . . .
Mood To Exclaim
More like mood to jabba on. Into the air and onto this thingamajig. Hate the sense am trying to show-off . Relieved come to care-not. Typing away could be judgmental and lowly about. Easy run whole enterprise down. As the TS bio says; 'Utterly self indulgent and wildly unpopular'. Somewhat grateful don't believe . . .
Don't Wanna Be... A Prisoner
Dismantling the tags, guards and ever-filling cells completely, is more for me/now, than I have faith for.
After all, it's a relatively open one with plenty of association, food and like. Urgency at the walls and equipment to restrain might bubble below the surface but hardly causes obvious publicly present, . . .
Rough And Tumble
My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice. My beloved spoke, and said to me: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone."
Analogous for God into and on us.
. . .We Sacrifice
Discipline is everything. OK not true but near-as and a word describing the essential dynamics to reign in and be-released. I’ve come down to... – note direction – this. Discipline solves all, Scott Peck proclaimed – something like this. Remember well. But how far, heard when – did this impact and see me reaping?
Nope with . . .