Jesus

The way..' Which way? Shown them; us.. One life.' In a world containing many angles. Having doubt as downtime probes in' faces observe, Backs hold awareness yet in turning; still.' A Simile of watching is' Despite my protests I must so re-visit, gather of broken desires Of intention within, around I survey, listening to the disquiet of souls.. As my mind ponders.. Love, It alone makes sense, not a tawdry love.' Not a copy love; pressed on us by media, neither love of slander again A promoted devaluation.' A way exists.' not manufactured from the foibles of human emotion.. Neither an offshoot from its scheming; or the wellspring of deceit, Open as eternity, to those who truly seek; call out now in the tumult' Or silence, before the grave is opened.. That shadow of a 'black hole' Hell has its mirror image, do not be fooled.' Yet the creator has made redemption' All exists..' The good and the evil, 'look' I lay a blessing and a curse before you' Choose that which you desire.!