An Honest Fate Choice And Chance Chapter 5 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

Who is this speaking what can I say for the bereaved? Lost amid the shell of their bitterness and abhorrence? Who will reject this speak for their plight rejoice with them, us? Lest I am anyone the one but who is for everyone who is anyone? Which friend from the expressions worn upon the falling leaves, I can tell now time a gift is much shorter than what I often believe.

Like moths with dark shadows in their eyes children running and playing in their absence with no reflection of time driven by their guilt and heavy hands of shame. Who are they now the bereaving? Yes, because I know the cost uneven, of an unrealistic, pride; the cost is more and is always cutting, cutting-me-down; one that is always cutting-them, you.

Oh, yes, poor, a fluid jest of a fervent love lost, the aching desire burning within. Frail, though, yes; will I rise up again greater before days. Because promised, our Creator's Hope, Choice, and Chance, His Verity my faith these gentle whispers echo out to all life, this opportunity. So it is to these mighty principles I answer, fall before. For this, our Creator, I know would never negate.

For if they were not the principles for all life to apply itself and ourselves, and Himself towards, then they all would leave all life, void, of the lovesome blessings of trust, hope, belief, and the Ever-gracious Devotion of our Creator's relative Peace, and generous Freedom, and general Harmony. That this Everlasting "Power" offers to all of us.

Just as much as we would Consistently, and Continuously apply ourselves towards their wondrous examples of the Faithfulness of our Creator, and to all life. All wrought of the effort afforded for all of us as well, to accept and to learn, the raw blessing of the purity, of this "Power" in our advance with Him towards true humility.

Yes, because, for me, all of us, I believe leaves they are the Purest Example of God's Love, Patience, and Mercy; shown to all of us. And as Seasons are always changing along with them. What, He gave to me, and to you, I feel, to all life and to all of us, which is what the Goodness and Promise of what Any True Opportunity is. Which is what I feel, is one that is just as (H)onest and (O)pen-minded, just as (W)illing, needed; wanted for any, one, yes; yes; for anyone. When, if, and wherever we can apply ourselves ever-graciously to these efforts. Even in and throughout the very pain of death. Just like our Creator's Son, Jesus exemplified and just like the leaves themselves, are proven, for us, to reckon with, and to find our own peace with!

So sown now in this time left friend I must tell you, I would wish to be anything if found worthy to be the one caught, cut, killed, working for The Greater Idea of Peace.

And so as he came to the grand corner, he walks away tossing a leaf behind him the last words from him; being: "Stop all wars!" "Time being what this is; is too short!"

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Yes, because to tell you the truth yes I am desperate, I don't want to leave this world worse off than when I came into this. I want to live life and make a difference. I desire to leave my mark of faithfulness to our Creator, to all life. Instead of the life I once lived in my denial of our Creator and His Mercy once begotten; that I had forsaken. Yes; all for not I once, had thought for myself.

But low yes I feel, because I believe that I am being shown now today, this yes; was all too real for me. Yes, I feel that it was sad I too was the many in this World who never thought of this above and below endeavor.

Yes, I carried no ambition to achieve this. To see this desire come to its glorious fruition before I did. Yes, because of my greed, and indifference my arrogance, my self-pity, and ignorance towards a life of faith in Christ Jesus. Yes, these aforementioned efforts were all nothing more but my simpleminded scorn. My blind tendentiousness towards all things. Towards our Creator, and toward myself and another and towards all of this World, in one way or the other, I believe; these ungracious principles all feeding ever-heartily, my roots.

Teaching myself and another moreover to (deny and to defer) any and all of our actions far and away from our consistent and continuing life of service.

Found in securing everyone all-surrounding ourselves, with the gracious and everlasting, patience, tolerance, and lovesome gift of Grace, Mercy, and the Mighty Forgetfulness of the generous Forgiveness of our Lord.

But you know yes I know now for myself I want to fulfill our Creator's Will for me, for all of us.

As I feel I would know by now He will complete me. I want to love as freely as the birds, as the honey bees are washed up with the rains clean-as a newborn baby's Mother and Father's hope, running wild as the wind. But nothing more if anything I would want to be always there my arms, my ears, and my attention all stretched out consistently in the warm welcome for another. Just, as would a really good friend; be for another graciously fervent friend.

But yes if in the end, it all came down to me or another seeing Jesus with all of us; yes; our Creator; Father God in Heaven. I would continue to invoke this treasure of a blessing for all life in the Spirit of His Mercy and Love and the Graciousness of His Continuing Fulness of the Forgetfulness of His Forgiveness. Yes, I would offer them all of this what Jesus "Our Lord God" has offered, is already consistently showing to me. So that they too may know and as well feel and finally see and fully embrace Him. Yes; this would be Heaven for me.

Because yes I believe everything's an opportunity today, to mature through Him spiritually. No matter the situation or circumstance or limitation, or within the lessons that He always provides for all life advancing with Him within the moment, or within any proposed future eventuality.

Yes, because you know I am finding it's better when bartering with our Creator to barter everything. Yes, every breath with all of my mind, with my ever-emotional, soul, or body and heart. Then this is to lose it all each in part. Adopting the hatred around us within, hoarding the bitterness, never truly living; nor loving completely. Advancing nowhere learning nil; in the end. Time and again; gaining nothing.

Yes, but yes what would this World be if we gave full to all those suffering our true hearts-welcome, yes a new home, a new hope? Yes, I feel this moment would be more like Heaven here and now; I believe.

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So, and now; all of the many Thrushes stir in the Trees. Yes, our Creator has been the very best friend to me. Time is fleeting hope is never lost! So my soul answers the deeper holloing to come now to partake in my part.

Ridgid winds whale, I step across their threshold. Yes, I am all but nothing, or my life is an illustrious opportunity. One hellbent on faith leading me furthermore towards the Truth of our Creator's Love, or; the complete latter.

The body aches, the mind crying in its wake. Tired now I feel I have taken and endured enough. Though I know Death its always consuming me, before I go let its hope grant the light to see for another. Let my words be final, genuine; undivided, and bold.

Humbly, as I pray this would be for you, death; as I can only hope this would be with me; may it move to you sweetly.

Yes, because I'm seeing our Creator's Love and Peace always fulfills the starving; adorns the Hopeful envelops the Mindful-Time; is but fleeting.

One hand reaching out in the dark, yes might it not go without another's. One by one yes may we all grab this hold on tight lest we fall! Shadows jesting Love providing, our Creator Consistently and Continuously offering this Truth; my faith will grow stronger if only I can pray. Yes, no movement of discord will engage me, in my time of dying.

Yes, look at our unbalanced pride now, infecting all of us! Yes, I Pray; this would be sooner than later; we all surrender; before it's too late.

Because tell, tell Autumn wears a jacket like no other Season, vibrant, its abandon, carrying all the virtues of Spring, an all-consuming; mighty equality of certain extravagance!

Yes, our Creator's Love committing, arriving from the inside out, with one purpose, and ever-evolving reasoning. To build upon the maturation of everything.

So soon as the leaves will die so will everything, I mean you only get one life, we might as well make this extraordinary.

Working towards this gracious endeavor together.

Yes, because Gods Love, Grace, Mercy, skittering wayward lay wasted, hate, forever condemning this ever-generous effort. One passion remains, consistent and continuous, Forgiveness.

Yes; this Hope to lie still remains askance for redemption; for all of eternity if its prudence is not fully accepted.

Yes one for all, I would trade my pain in for Peace, come any day. Could our Creator's Hope provide for this? Yes, His Love, time, I feel now are our only vestiges! Yes, because far, far Grater is His safety; Grace. I pray His mercy is the wealth I carry one truth in kind, I get to give for another. So I can Live, not of sight, but of faith, and a generous temperament within the mirror of complete; stillness. Offer everything, leave no path, not trodden.

Yes, abiding together in this Gray area one for all, Heaven forbid if we do not do this we all fall.

Lessons learned are ne'er forgotten. So I pray for now; I'll always be (H)onest, (O)pen, and (W)illing, to learn mine! Just as very much that they all would come to me.

Yes for them I would not barter a thing, but offer all of me again; and whatever pleasures brought bought and sought after from then on yes I pray it would assume a true Peace, for Everyone. Instead of the clutter wrought mostly of my own confusion; and the certain hell that this has brought to me, and another, as a result.

But still, given this fact I feel Scars still grow old eventually growing over, given the blessing of Time.

Yes, my prayers are all left to our Creator for all of those good people that I have harmed in the process of my supposed in deference of their differences. All based upon my denial of our Creator, and, in turn, all of them because of this effort.

Yes, Life, the struggles toward an Honest Enlightenment through Faith in Christ all leading to victory I believe today. No matter — the periodic lack thereof.

So I consider the Experience of this Hope as the Promise Awaiting All who would will moreover to fight to Breathe. Our Creator's Mercy the breath of life being their release, Forgiveness being, their humble reprieve.

Because captivating I think yes, the passion of a promise left unfinished. Kept "Alive" like the Fury and Fortitude of a Raging Wind. Yes, and so It is felt and Upheld Forever kept Open. Such it is I feel to own a Love, and Opportunity, Unending.

Albeit to Death or the Journey Beyond. Though Prompt as Time presses on so this hope will always remain. Abounding of all good things Peace forever carrying its sweet refrain.

Yes, and with eternities light shown down upon all of us, you know I shudder to think not. Because where have I gone that the Ground has not risen up to greet me. Yes, and the lovesome effort of Peace wasn't found eventually. And at this moment where is it exactly, that I don't feel safe.

"Through these things I know, the truth is always resurrected." "And yes through these propositions I'm sure, so very much more can be deliberated!"

Yes, Pain; Hope, Freedom, Faith, Time, Choice, Chance, The Consistent and Continuing Verity of our Creator, in direct relation to ourselves and to all life, here and now and beyond.

Yes, all of this effort just as this all may be varied, this all comes in much quieter, and many more Grey Pale Shades of our Creator's Lovesome Mercy, and Mighty Forgiveness, and the Forthcoming Forgetfulness, of His Grace.

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