An Honest Fate Once Dandling Up And Down Upon The Lap Of The Wind Chapter 4 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

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Shadows scurry away, run; the morning Sun wakes the Dawn. Grateful eyes see, remember.

Yes, when looking (H)onestly, (O)pen-mindedly, and (W)ilfully, I'm finding our Creator's Love is just as Trusting; and ever-endearing, and certain and just as forthcoming as the wind is fierce; tender as a newborn angel; spreading its wings.

Peace, the fluency, surety; purity, yes forget the wealth of the unaccepting bulky it's only collateral damage. Expected He chuckles He must I believe often; the Holder of time. His Greater Patience; and Mighty Vision, and Lovesome Faithfulness all placed solely mid this simple inclusion; His Awesome Grace.

So yes; our Creator, if this is all for Your Glory, let this all be said in the way that I lived, dreamed, and would die. As my prayer would inspire another, with this attitude. As merely as I would remain grateful, for this life, that my action upon this one ambition. All offered with an open heart would offer this effort up to You, then be brought by You to another special something or someone, peace continuing on into and all throughout any moment, just as much as they would surrender this, effort, to You.

Yes, this is all the continuing effort of offering ourselves as a good friend, a good servant, among our friendship of stewardships always. Allowing ourselves, to grow, and take considerate action upon our conscience. Albeit as this is all based upon, just exactly what our Creator would deem the most fulfilling, blessing, within any moment. For all parts and pieces and good people, foe, to a friend, child, woman, or man, of this Ever-Gracious, and Mighty "Power's" ever-advancing creation!

So! so yes; as I know I hold in my hands the Power to Destroy, I know as well Willows themselves too will weep. Lions will protect Eagles will soar higher and higher; Widows will cry. All for their own and for the good of Their Pride. Gentle songs; greetings of Love, greener Acres. Simple Messages of Peace yes the Church the whole quarry the world working together is the Venue, orchestra. The song sung to His angels for the greater blessing of the Lord sitting down looking, watching all of us from His throne in Heaven; exulted on His Mighty Hill on high.

Yes; because I am finding that if I allow no room for such beauty or continuing verity such as this in my life, then my dishonesty whatever this may be will infect or invade every single area of my life if you will continue to consider. Until I ask our Creator to help myself to correct that area of my life that I first; was dishonest in.

Because yes I am still learning now that mid toils and travels time ticks away yes hope advances pride waylays to and fro, true Peace consumes. So now my soul leaps thinking; Peace, Love and Freedom are a Blessing; drifting off to sleep realizing this hope; is everything; extra!

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Yes, I looked deep into the palm of my hand nope no muse for any of us there.

Then I took off lollygagging on a whim with the wind's rushing. Yes, but only the effects could I see. Still, I found myself thinking about true Love and thanking God, our Creator. Then I held out my hand as I grabbed hold of our Creator's Gracious; and Ever-Open Hand. Reaching out eagerly to us. Then; gathering up my faith leaning down glistening; I was offered an ever fervent idea by our Creator. So I offer this effort to you! An unpolished diamond in the rough. Hearing the murmur of its plight I knelt down fetched it up. Then all life within me went silent.

Dandling upon the lap of the wind. That day when first he came into the world cried and smiled and breathed his first breath, my heart once meandering onward stuck in place aimlessly circling, found itself finally soaring all to new heights with our Creator and with all life. Yes, tiny and wonton for life, and the Perfected Goodness of our Creator's Love; little Jamie could have died there. "Our Creator is a Good and Generous and Ever-Merciful God I say!"

Love found me again soon thereafter as I cried holding him and her holding our picture. A brilliant Love we all shared in together. Yes just like the eager days of Winter answer impromptu, the warmth of Spring; and yes again then, oh no; yes; the ever-timely; crash. In our white pinto; in our old wet snow boots.

I want a sucker Daddy. No! Please? Daddy? No! Please? Daddy? No! Please? Okay, yes, Son. I caved in, to his desire for this again! My foot slipped kept slipping off the brake. Sure you can have it, sweetheart, I'll get it I said. Mama, she yelled! I was always giving in to him.

We were all going fishing.

Curious her look then it reminded me of the bright red Ketchup on her chin and sweater when I first met her that one time, vivid.

"You look luscious I smiled!" She laughed and tugged hard on my coat, then she drew me in close, looked into my eyes, and kissed me softly then laughed with all of us hysterically.

To reminisce is enlightening some friends of hers and mine we were all having burgers. Love is a wondrous thing, yes funny sometimes. Like back then but I find all of this to be nothing too funny given all of the heartbreak now.

Jamie took to her fine and her to him, and I've cried ever since. I have never been so happy because I know, yes; because of our Creator, and because of her; and; little Jamie, I know now that surely I have lived.

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Yes, our Creator's Love; this always comes and it goes between to good people and or thing, and in and between Him just as each uses this all; to remain faithfully helpful; to this effort of remaining lovesome for Him, and for one another, and for all life; or; possibly not. But oh yes; to share in this effort with a grateful and ever-gracious gusto!

Yes, fond are these memories running parallel with the truth, but to have loved, just once. Though I would want this again, our Creator in His Goodness, tells me not to worry. His goodness is with all of us on this journey.

Because my faith is hopeful and honest and so is fate.

Propitious the rondos' end-bold in their generous concatenation. Yes; frilly whirlwind June bugs caught up all about us flopping around in their daily dallying, teasing, and toying all around and again waylaying around way to way infinitely, have left me rather intrigued.

As the many shimmering Trout billowing up soaring about aloft and afoot each sometimes a foot and a half or two above the waters under the clear skies above us fall back down into the surface to try and catch them as the shadows floundering, and floating around ever gingerly, and ever-swiftly now all aloft within their effort to greet the Sun, and; the Son; cast their jest of all of this effort upon Jamie and me. Yes, and so in their haste to catch a little glips at a meal, out fly fishing under the full moon so bright a part of the glimmering stars with little Jamie now I have faith enough to know, with our Creator being in charge of all of our blessings; and luck! One or two maybe three Trout they'll soon be in our buckets tied up hugging the shore there for breakfast.

But still and yet with no bait. To pick up one, then even several more a floating bug, to tie them up as the bugs themselves I know too now follow after a purpose. Yes, this would be to bring, a sweet, honeysuckle to the Trout; and to be as faithful give to all one a taste as fresh a Love Everlasting.

To live I would die to uphold them in their prominence, given the opportunity of this challenge. Because, if this all is still a challenge for my faith to embrace the elements and apparent facts; knowing that fate always provides another opportunity; my faith is humbled. Because my faith I know today is as honest as what it follows after, now, here and hereafter.

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Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for the pleasures that lay in awe of Spring I'm finding.

Yes from when turning or if you will consider; returning back to knowing its simple and honest and ever-frivolous unrighteous, or; healthy pandering for more.

Like our new pup Somba there, with our pant leg in its teeth, growling and pulling and just a' egging all of us on, on along down our path together ever-violently. And; our new sightly and furry new Orange Tabby little kitten Kibbles, meowing, and just a' purring away, softly there; rubbing all up against our other pant leg. Egging each of us on ever-eagerly, on down our path together in relative peace and generous freedom and general harmony with our Creator, and with all life, continuing on into eternity.

With all of the many BlueJay there along with the many Robin and Killdeer, the Sparrow and Thrushes and, the many Cardenal and Oreal birds' squawking and poking and just pecking away. All of them hollering away at each other all about this effort, and; one; just as loudly; as the other. All together now just chirping away, telling all of us:

"Hey, today and every day; is all quite simply, a new day, and a very and ever-varying opportunity to receive and offer away, our Creator's consistent, and ever-continuing Love, Mercy, and Forgiveness, and the consistent and ever-continuing Forgetfulness of this "Power's" Ever-Mighty Grace! That, He upholds and holds out for us to offer one another. To offer back to Him to be perfected within us within the many levels, of our consistent, and ever-continuing growth with Him into the full acceptance of Him, and of one another, and; of these ever-generous efforts."

Yes, I figure now, that just as much as we welcome these efforts offering this moment on back to our Creator within either way that we all choose together. Is just as very much, or just as very little that we consistently and continuously are kept unwilling within us, or willing to receive this blessing for ourselves; and but even far, far, far more all-the-more that we share our patience, with all life, with one another, with our Creator!

Yes, so who; and just what are any of us to ask for anything more, but just as ungrateful and unwilling to commit ourselves towards these greater effort'? As they are all just as righteous to teach us, today within, this moment, continuing on with us eternally?

Life, yes, just as such this is, life, the lofty endeavor kept and upheld by Him; and by all of us. Kept forever in earnest, when, if, and wherever we offer our all to our Creator, just as we will, to another just as we would continue to do so, for ourselves this very moment. Either way whether in bitterness and haste or within the kind deliverance, of our patience and love. All to consistently and continually be perfected by Him infinitely within us!

Yes, all moving right along with us within the ever-novel idea, of our active participation upon any moment, within the consistent and continuing rally with Him kept and upheld far and away from the sacred shell of the bitterness of our once own sheltered heart; within its continuing folly.

All reared up, standing alone; beside the advance of our growing wealth, of the perfecting denial, and the very sally resting within us, and within our own hands. Standing alone and a day far apart within the generous ignorance; of our innocence.

All rescued now, within the very moment, by the Ever Loving hand; of our Creator!

Yes, enduring, either way, our Creator's Perfected Love just as this is is always supported for all of us and surrendered away, by Him, for all of us to support and surrender away to one another, to all life; and all back to Him again, and moreover and again infinitely, every moment of every new day.

So; as this is; this effort will always uphold this; most avid and open truth of this moment forever in earnest. Floating away with us upon the faithful hands, the chance Winds of Time.

Yes, and you know having been given the true reflection for myself of this effort; true love. Having lost this and desired for this and being left to still desire for this moreover infinitely and again. Still — yes; I feel; that this is all no more or less than palpable and all entirely palatable, enchanting, and quite Heavenly, this lovesome effort!

This simple reasoning being; just exactly why I believe this remains to be for me so Divine. The honesty and ever-nurturing nature of our Creator's Love; within its many forms and ability', to rescue us, from the hell resting; all within; ourselves.

Yes; this is just exactly why; I still cherish the opportunity; ever-avidly and in earnest. Because of all its varied triumphs and struggles, raw blessings, friend, yes; I know for myself today they are offered all as they are through the Grace of our Creator. And though sometimes for a time albeit all of these times as they are all if but only merely temporary.

Yes, even if so, I believe they are supported and surrendered away to us consistently and continuously by our Creator, and; always freely. When if and wherever I am brought by Him to remain to pray to Him, to be kept; completely open, to all life, to Him.

...and yes, oh, wouldn't you know this, just now; I've just now seen, two perfectly white small butterflies' fluttering on by me. Bobbling about waylaying way to way as they both found one another mid-flight as they circled around one another franticly. As they flew off down their path within the full acceptance of this moment. Heading on into eternity together; and so, so I feel now, so should we!

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"Yes, this is all still so amazing what impacts the soul truly; and in what ways." This fond endearment was in the Spring Time of our Love as I remember. A perfected shoo-in.

This was the greatest of the many gracious things, a life you pray always remains; something the pain, the joy of longing won't let you forget. Stockholm Sweden down-home right there just off Carbine street. Each at twenty-six we shared eighteen months together.

Magnanimous; those days of my youth. I tell you, yes Love she came to me just in time. The juries out, joy, those bygone days now, yes; they're all but dead. Their Mercy, Forgiveness reigns within me.

And because of this I still feel we are all but hands molded together as we mold albeit by an outstretched hand, or while waving around our bitter ax.

"She wouldn't let me wave about mine!"

Yes, I have run the shoreline and weighed the days wading within the surf with the gulls just west of West Palm Beach. I've shared illuminated nights lackadaisical. I've felt their sting. I've et them run away with me. I've tiptoed through the dewy blue morning Clover filled Grasses baring my foot in lieu of the Bees. Time since then has been my lover, friend, my companion my greater barter. Yes, I've been stung a couple of times. Makes me chuckle though still, life is so beautiful.

Propitious in their peregrination shadows they jest telling all of us of this effort. In their overcast the rains' patter patter pidder tap mixing simple musings with their merry songs. In all of our terry way dancing, Karina, she was my best friend, my blessing, my raw passion, my angry wind. Faithful to me, she was my beating heart, my hot breath, my voice crying out to love, and to be loved, she was my true friend, my Lover. I betted my manhood on it; my potency.

It's because of her I know today Love Forgives, gives; forever lives! The juries out! Perfected Dignity, Our Creator's Love I believe they're meant to combine together and join as one Faith knowing true Freedom through any Season rolling around and around playing together laughing with one another time and again in the end.

We didn't get to share in this effort, ultimately, though still, I wish it were, that this still could have been.

Yes, my God, she was so divine. Talking about an impact! Again I would jump today at another hearty; heavenly chance with her because still, I love her, she rocked my whole world down to my foundation but still, as we all; crumble; this memory all still feels so good when I think of her. Yes, ever-grateful I still am for this spirit of longing I still carry. Though I know; this may drive me crazy.

"I write this effort in the generous hope she would want to know, and as well; remember, because I wanted to Marry her; I can honestly say. I will forever be sure of this."

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Yes, because I believe the very heart of Grace, adamant, generous, tender and aware, Honest and Faithful waiting patiently; moves, freely, because it knows, the pureness of Love always inspires the opportunity. So because of this, I remain willing.

So enchantment gazed upon innocence and desire knew her itself, when first God showed Adam Eve!" Now here today though Time has brought us thus far in its ardent march; (I say I believe it was the same with him, back then.) Because simple smiles and daydreams and quiet eye beams alone (for me too with her just simply wouldn't have been enough) and when I think of her, I thank God for the blessing, of our Time.

Because my heart enchanted, elated and complete; from here on out will I forever know and be grateful to have Loved the beautiful Angel, that was her. As so enticed by the light in her eyes, the hopeful manner yes very; the playfulness of her lips, with Karina I tell you intrigued, to entwine them together, (with mine!)

Yes, I figured I'd have a day to share in this effort of life with her, and a lifetime, from then on, (to touch) (if only just) I could chance to embrace her, and them, them soft lips, ((once.))

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Kites still left hanging upon the winds oh, yes, the generous enchantment, the ever-innocent simplicity.

Warning us and swirling around and whooshing about amid the humble Streams in the Spring.

Time jovial, patient Offering Loving thief it weeps.

Burnt down roses their thorns once bewailing the Cherry Tree; are no more.

The gift of life, a mix of simple treasures those fond memories, yes, those horrors. Those many things, indifferent, and indefinite.

One lie barters good, for another lie, any old Time. You know Time cannot fully know, nor fix this good except knowing through Faith; our security is sewn solely through our Creator's Grace tick tock, tick, tock.

Yes, I'm still waiting for another like her, or in her more matured way; right along with myself today, someone far, far better, if this is at all possible!

I'd, be better I'm sure now; to barter a better and more hearty deal now I'd say with my Brother and Father, my little Sisters, my Brothers and Son — for a brighter day with them — this is far better than walking alone don't you think? Invoking mercy each one upon the other working together remaining unified, as one heartbeat.

Left alone dancing gingerly, with all of our lovely, little giddy children laughing ever-hysterically!

"Yes, and so, it is our same choice today I believe."

Of Honor and Glory Chivalry; precise Vermin Indistinguishable Saints, it's sad some lilies still lay fallen dying that's why I've picked them for so very long each one fresh each day for them all; all of my ex's.

Yes, Sunday drives, nightcrawler hunting, glad days, that good ol' grab bag steal left out for everyone, sitting there on the kitchen table next to the Bible. Those fishing Poles and hard-bitten bites bending almost down to the water up and down and again infinitely, everyone waling "Here we go, we got one. Pick that good ol' pole up! Friends, somebody-hurry yes?" Grandpa rocking away in his lowly old rocking chair. My moccasins Slippers in hand standing on the front Porch ready.

Yes, still all football games I believe are meant to be played, hardened in the rain.

I feel now yes, in fact, I know for myself:

The final score of this game of life? Who knows; nor truly cares? I know Time runs on by us if we're not looking! Hey, heads up; looks like Fate is throwing out another pass for us! Yes you know we might want to go long.

Because life, no life doesn't really have a beginning nor an end I guess; just like all of us; it just continually moves on.

Just, like with all that I am, I'm still trying; to apply myself towards this same effort today! I mean, Karina, I mean oh my goodness! To take that chance again, to lose in love no! To love her completely I always will!

Yes; Karina:

"What an Ever-Glorious woman she was!"

I'm proud as all get out. No, I simply just couldn't have any real doubt; to have known anyone at that time any more brilliant and thereby so very fascinating; than her!

Yes, you could continue to just chalk this all up to just some lonesome need, or; just chalk this all up to a fools blessing or dumb luck, but today:

I know for myself, that our Creator is in charge of all blessings and luck, but in any case, I am entirely grateful for Him, for the time and the generous life that I shared with her!

I know now, that you would have had to know her, to know that you always will be grateful for her, for yourself!

Just like me, friend, now!

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