An Honest Fate Chapter 2 Where The Offspring Play A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

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I asked our Creator to align my ambition with this "Power's" Ever-Evolving Ambition for all life. He showed me the ugliness of just what I apply myself towards with, "His" "Power." Making this all finite, within my lonesome hands, all without Him, using this effort all to bolster my already "disingenuine" pride working apart from His Will.

Yes, because whenever I believe, or think, or feel, that I have been given this power, to apply myself towards anything other than to be and to remain helpful to this life. Again, friend; I am finding, that I am fooling myself when I use this "Power" merely for my very own selfish, instead of selfless ends.

Just like I always will I'm finding, without using this "Power" for all life, and for Him.

"Apart from the offering, mine; of my desperate, and determined will, my need for true humility:"

Yes, to be a consistent supporter that is here for Him. Just like He is for all life consistently, continuously.

To do as much as possible with the "Power" supported and surrendered to me, to anyone who willingly submits completely to this effort. With all of their very essence all thriving within them. Within any moment; continuing on infinitely.

All helping to rebuild, an ever-ingenuine character existing apart from the welcome of true humility, that this "Power" offers, to all life."

Yes, to be just as willing as this "Power" would allow them to apply themselves towards this effort.

Yes, so today, with this "Power" I surrender Him away towards all life, in the ambition for this to share all within the promise the He brings. Of relative peace, generous freedom, and; general harmony with this life continuing, and; with Him all aimed towards this consistent, ambition; His.

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No, friend; I am not a poet. I never will claim to be this! farce I merely pray that what I write would only be written in, equality.

My continuing hope:

"To effect a change in someone, anything in need of this that desires for this, and is willing perhaps themselves to do so."

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Standing up tall holding my own leaning hard headlong into the wind. Yes, I believe I have heard and felt and seen it all this, seams. I've been down on the row held my hand up high up on the burning bush, but yes time tells me I need never to worry. Our Creator; has been carrying me for some time now. Just as He always carries all life. Albeit all whether we are consistently indifferent, honestly wrong, or trying to remain righteous within His Heart and Mind, and, All-Seeing Eyes.

Yes, if I could write you a sonnet I would, but; I haven't a' real clue of how to adhere to that form of poetic expression. No, I will not offer anything more towards the effort of being and writing but exactly within the style that I assert myself towards. Yes, because this effort is my only lovesome certainty, and; our victory together with our Creator altogether, hopefully.

Yes, all that I know, is to write in Joy and embrace our Creator and the wind and time and the realities as they are and often come to any of us.

Though broken down to become more open to our Creator, by our Creator's Lovesome Faithfulness to all life. I feel it can bring a person to be enlightened through time if prayer is given mainly for this effort. For the heart to remain open with no strings attached.

Yes if this is achieved, the work can begin. The Sun, so to say is sure to rise again, in the morning. The World will march on abiding in Unity, and; in Peace continuing on with Him together infinitely within the moment.

So, just as this is so. This Hope will remain! Yes, offering away our Creators Love, yes; Mercy and Forgiveness will always be the keys to winning with this "Power", and with another special something or, someone and with ourselves.

The time it takes to share in a kind word with the one who is down. Well brilliant; this effort will always bring greater life to this moment.

In general, the days will not be as tough as it is to live in a place hellbent on holding on to the consistent choice, of our continuing unrighteous; indifference towards this life, and a life of service to our Creator, to all life! All depending, solely on the outright lie of Hate always erroneously alluding to and believing that unrighteous indifference alone, will make; all the difference.

That what "I" am doing or getting at to get ahead or bolster "my" view far, far above or even far, far below everyone else's all including with our Creator's; will secure and fulfill "my" soul. Keeping "me" one safe and secure; two making "me" all alone a world of a difference. So stand back, friend "out" of "my" way!

I Laugh today at this sally because there's more, and so much more to live for.

"Infinitely more!"

"You row the boat, and I'll man the Steerage Table, our Creator stated to me." "Okay but I have my back to where we are heading!" I replied to Him. He stated back to me." "Have Faith and Trust me, and merely continue to row."

So today I am learning about Trust; and Faith placed wilfully over to His Consistent, and Continuing and Ever-Willful Desire; for all life.

Yes and having relied upon all of my unbalanced Hate as a fix-all answer all before. All, in turn, to merely benefit myself! Well from bitter experience, I tell you it never did help! Yes, I'll tell you one more thing friend, I know now for certain!:

"Unbalanced Hate in all of its selfishness intended and ultimate suffering. No, this-never will."

Carrying a jest towards all life and; nor even towards itself, or even far, far worse, towards our Creator, Himself; like that. No; no, this attitude never will be able to hold its own within this grand show, called life.

This effort will only drown the soul out within the quest to remain, even more, bitterly, indifferent.

Yes, because I am seeing that with any bitterness that any of us can and may still desire to carry. This keeps all of us grounded fully within our past. Never completely within the offering of eternity; within this very moment!

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Yes, of the gentle beginning, and tender song! That we would gratify love in its truest affection. Stand steadfast uphold this, yield to no other duty! To have our souls so identified, unified, and coexisting exclusively amid this effort.

"To live, would I die to give the fullest measurement of my soul, yes; just to have this; once!"

So, Lord, yes; please place Yourself, and all life here within this parchment. Make all of us the essence of the art. Lay us all down yes carry us off as we would be a child lost amid the grandeur, of this promise, Yours to us, to all life! Yes, please Creator, allow for this ink to consume us and be the genuine eminence and just exactly what we all can reach for through the humble virtue, the heart of this quill!

So all may come to view this effort and soar higher and be taken even higher still and be captured.

Taken within deep far and away beyond the bitter part of this world. Into the true beauty, flourishing and forever evolving with You thriving amid this Lovesome dance of You within all life, and; within, ourselves!

Yes, help us build us up, mold us yes come find us! Trick all of us friend by sleight of hand. Bend us yes break us down Great Magician, Hopeful Healer. Shatter us again, and again truly I care not! Fill this paper in its preparedness; innocence; verity, hope; with the sweet passion and elation of our souls! Yes, carry us all before this vision of You! Restrain us not! Set our soul free! Please?

That We may gratify Your Love for us live to uphold this with You! Yes, yield then; only beauty!

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Tender tales tall, tell timely in earnest the fervency, the Divinity and relevancy, the full reality of the story. Stars shine bright cast their welcome liberally. Sheen's of glassy rays of overt light sparkle freely in their delight. Under the Moon laughter, fills the night.

Swallows in their innocence; wade about puff up full and billow. Shadow's in their ever-whimsical way; cast their welcoming in the warming. As the Weeping Tree weeps tears full as cool pool Shallows of Crystal Rock and Alabaster Sands promote their gentle fondness upon the pond floor.

Yes, kindred the Swallows in their Promise, their Beauty their Honesty; in their innocence; in the Moonlight, they are one with Love.

Yes, and running Felicitous; touched by the union follows closely the Dove. Divinity has found a home.

Liberty residing in and all throughout Your Generous hope, evermore evolving, abounding in Love, and the honest Comfort of our Creator's Grace; the forgetfulness of this Ever-Mighty "Power's" Forgiveness. Abiding well beside these desires, yes, the heart makes haste. Peace stakes its claim in Faith, in, the Son's, Glorious Arrival, Abandon, Absolution, His Return.

Cast about in the gesture, blowing free in the ease of the wind. Growing abundantly like the Hummingbird sipping on wild Honey dribbling off the Bees nests fresh in the rising Summer Sun.

Splashing onto dewdrops glistening as you know they always do. Lying upon Lilac flower Petals. Dandelions growing even more elaborate. Carried right along with the blueberry cakes and the popcorn and the soda I've just consumed.

Yes, amid this Dance of the Weeds Love; is a gift, of life.

Granted yes; our Creator's Perfect Union and Form, and Glorious Fashioning and Ever-Grateful and Generous Purpose.

Advancing onward, outward, upward, and all throughout the moment all within this day and all-surrounding us. As this grows into the mark of the gracious advance of our Creator's Faithfulness to all of this Mighty "Power's" Ever-Perfected creation.

And hearing the sweetness of its cry! All in-flight; birds come, fluff up billow grow full all to make their refuge mid His wake! Our Creator's Ever-Hearty Joy and Illustrious welcome lay anew under the Sky's elucidated everywhere and there. Peace, is here, every way and lea way dancing in and between the light!

So as for now; Time lay still. Is thrown about and back again, Time and again everywhere asunder. Yes, and I feel truly our Creator is saying to all of us! As again He states this to me:

"Take the time; friend, "Hold on to Me." "I've got you." "Everything will be all right."

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Yes, because, yes; dead leaves scatter aloft the breezes. Our Creator's Love is all an opportunity to share this. Time shared is never wasted. Open minds willing know." "Death follows us All. Hope cries out loud. Share it all! Horde not. Love!

Yes, learn from yesterday, because you never know what it'll be worth; to someone! Maybe even to yourself. Live for today, because it's everything you need, all that you have; along with those many lessons of the past, and yes it's something you just might miss out on; if you don't. Hope for a brighter tomorrow, yes pray dream Big real Big! Yes, Love as though you've never been hurt; because no, no one can ever fault you at that; when all is said and done. Yes, because life is good! Yes; bartering nothing, offering everything.

The Sun rising growing high and evolving in the tender emotion of the day. Fresh honeydew growing wild shimmering there laying on the new blue morning grasses reminds me, as I reminisce. Cookies fall with our Creator always landing where they will all by the consistent and continuing, Grace, of our Creator's Lovesome and Mighty Ever-evolving Vision.

Yes, and so time will forever tell the story. Like the sweetness of the smell of the Honeysuckle swaying in the warm Summer Breeze.

Our Creator's Love I seek it as though I were dying. Yes, because Merciful I know as gentle winds amble along from the Tender and Humble Folds of His Hands; our very soul; depends upon this.

So now, I can fall asleep. Knowing that in His heart tonight, my heart, being surrendered to Him; with my tether tide to Him! I'll always be protected.

As I drift away to Him as I lay my head down safe and secure. Amid the eternal light shining down on me from that Mighty Hill, in Heaven.

Time, my only vestige, and welcomed Salvation. Greater my Safety our Creator's Grace happily promenades about the fringe of the day. They ride all along in their way! All within the sincerity, the fullness of this moment enchanted along churning away by the glimmering crystal streams motivated by the chipper woodland winds.

My faith placed within our Creator's Hands. Turned all over to His Ever-Evolving Will; within its relevance, emancipates.

Ever-fragile, but honest and still yet so very willing! Yes, no time for resentment innocence runs free now merrily skipping with me across the meadow. Gracious time the noble gesture. Freedom the patient journey sowed of Humility, and the truest Divinity, and Patient devotion for all life. Through our Creator's Grace made open-minded. Yes, my hope remains willing.

White cotton clouds captured in their lea way dancing two and fro remind me.

Because yes; I'm finding that the goodness of one's soul. Though in times this may most certainly run adrift, from time to time. Well, I feel it rests in the measure of real Divinity, not alone now within the narrow, impermanent wake of its shortcomings. No, but rather within it's, absolute abandonment of this fact to our Creator, and what it is willing to learn from this "Power" and is moved by Him, to forgive consistently, and ever-continuously.

Yes, and so this is that the comeliness abounds within all life; within this effort's, tender; and ever-gracious way; of yielding initially, to our Creator, to all life!

Yes, grief does not lay down upon one no but everyone an ever perfect, bed of roses; and thorn! Blessing them each equally all of their blood sweat and tears their brokenness of spirit amended. Yes, true Love, I'm finding upholds but one condition, one barter, and all blessings and luck. Through all trials and efforts, this effort remains as innocent as this effort consistently remains open-minded, to forgive!

Yes, the Eyes of a Child remain Innocent and forever young. Chasing the Grasshoppers communing Openly with the Garden Snake, laying down with the Deer, and the Bunny, hopping with the Cottontail, or; with the Jackrabbits, perusing the Caves, kissing the humble Mantis as she prays.

Though too; She carries the heart black as a Widow as she mates.

Forgiveness, just like our Creator; I believe, think, and feel now, being; the greater focus of her faith!

Joy being the lavender fields in which their offspring play!

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