An Honest Fate Redeemed Chapter 7 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

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Yes, bravo, friend! Life is just as simple as laying down our pride for everyone to share in together, and; possibly learn something, and offering our laughter all aimed towards our selves; and our many follies, altogether.

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Crisp fresh Spring, water, drench me. Wake me with the dawn.

When my life brakes the soil top cool new morning breeze move on over me. Welcome me to live this life for the day. Bring me into Your embrace within the trial and beauty of the moment continuing.

Allow for my roots to grow as deep and wide as You would deem fit. When the Spring morning and midday and evening storms come crashing down and raging upon me and sweeping me over to the ground, keep me safe under Your care and protection.

Bring me to grow up just as tall as You have made me to continue to grow again to continue to accept You in Your continuing Will for me. Open my arms up to you Creator amid the midday morning sunshine until the evening moves upon the night. Wake me again with the dawn.

Help me to grow up through Your righteousness to embrace You, Oh, Creator, in my death. Let this effort be an honest example of Your love for everything.

Creator, let me forever thank you for my life. And, let my life be, the purest example, of the very sweetness, that You always and in all ways bring continuing.

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True, Willows weep and all give a leafy bloom under the gentle coaxing of the "One" who weeps because of their many efforts; continuing.

As just as much as the Mantis prays. So I feel they pray under the shadow of the hope of our Creator, for all life. For our Creator's Wealth of Freedom and Tender Mercy, and; for His Unconditional Grace. As well as for this "Power's" welcome of the Forgetfulness of this Mighty "Power's" Eternal Forgiveness.

All surrendered as an offering within our continuing, need for freedom, and security, with one another, and; as well as with all life, and; with ourselves within this moment continuing on into infinity.

As their offspring, all thriving in the fields now, find their pleasure, in applying themselves, towards this same effort, ever-continually. Like all life, advances on, in peace, and in perfected freedom, and the humbleness of our Creator's gentle harmony with all who are willing to grow, in love this way, with this "Power" as they all live on, for all eternity!

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Yes. life, our Creator builds this up! Time wears this down as it grows, goes along as this graciously matures all within and surrounding us. Faith securing the prayers of the lowly Mantis watching the lowly Grasshoppers hopping. Flying by side by side sighing, under the patient, homage of the Sun. Our Creator's Mercy abiding for all life, beholding this effort, upholding their spirit. Time the Groundhog rummages around under the Weeping Willow. The generous reflection of honor. No doubted indebted to be our teacher.

Like the Bluebirds are blue; Kill Dear run their troubles far away from the safety of the nest. Just as always venturing and soaring higher and higher we are all but dust tossed around like leaves in the wind. So, and because bold winds rave just as with leaves our Creator's Love; always redeems.

Yes, and so as the snow falls tell, tell time withers us away. Yes, life is the grand series of our Creator's Mighty Faithfulness to us, to all life! The purest of the examples of this. Reaching out to us reminding us always to pose any questions that may be strewn about back home and along the way for Him. As we press on forward all still willing within the tender advance of this effort of this moment, towards the greater rejoinder of a brighter Day with Him.

Because even with their purpose they just can't quite reach Heaven. This is all exactly why I feel it's that the Sky's are blue.

This is true all too often pale white, milky shades all elucidated lavender; another kinder shade, of pastel color, or if you will consider, of poetic; Grey.

Yes, amid those latter Days in view of the kind reflections of the May, Moon; Clouds can be seen billowing up yelping aloud eager Wolves those wild Coyotes' howling beneath them two-stepping their dancing shadows. Stars shine bright above the many dewy, those tender swaying little joyous blooming Buttercups; and innocent Daisies.

Sharing their devotions and welcome of our Creator's Divinity; Trees embracing them Doves cooing Winds whooshing around them caressing them. Playing with them rustling them up then up underneath them wildly; their laughter carrying. Babbling, of this, our Creator in His Love Delights. Crystal Streams shimmying about and pondering this effort as they travel along again.

Yes, I can see them all within their ponderance, again; this Spring.

As does the goodness of the rains I assume falling down embracing everyone in their tender way — and if in the end the farce; was; the simple fact that we were all different — of what other; origin, and far kinder premise. Yes; or of just what greater, purpose; for all things would this or could this even eventually serve; that is at all to be considered forthright if anything.

For myself, and for my sanity, I can honestly barter nothing.

Yes, "Kill them with the virtues of kindness" my father always used to say.

Arrogance is the belittlement; the empty lie; the stinking Meat Pie left unheated and alone in the practical wisdom of the Stove.

The sometimes deadly and ambitious quest for an easier day. The runaway out of control streetcar; the broken-down mind trap. The flimsy cardboard shelter of the ages. Opportunistic; like the Seagulls singing sailing along riding away between the very weight of bullets in lieu of the sting; raving against the raging Winds.

Propitious Faith is fond of having heard the echoes of our Creator's Grace. Yes; the Little Many Giddy and Ever-Joyous Children. Frolicking away amid the quiet laughter playing together in the fields grown up among the weeds of division. Illustrious; our Creator; Graciously, relishes in this!

Shadows cast their jest. Merciful Tears they lay down surrendered themselves on the other side of the light. The lovely, lowly gentle color Grey several varied pail shades crisper is the deeper distinction. The Grace that shines, and reminds us of our Creator's Grace. Yes, and as they dance amid this area, our Creator's Love open illuminates them in their delight.

The Sun carries the Earth and Moon, and would it be whatever land; even if you would consider, America. Hope upholds Each good country in Their Name; all through the offering and simpler passing of Time, Space. In view of that wonderful home on the hill awaiting all of us. In That Even greater Land that lies Beyond.

No, I haven't any real money's today to think of that I could kindly steal, or buy, or borrow. Yes, leaving someday maybe; today. Remembering a time a treasured pleasure of the past and present and always possible future. — But; yes; still open I am, though time my greatest teacher — is killing this pupil.

Breathing; yes, breathtaking to be sure this is all a mighty chore Itself. This all takes Time.

Round and round a throw down in and out tic tock goes the clock. Knock it down drag this out though this may be a crucial and bloody, treacherous and seemingly listless; brutal, and bruising; got all beaten up again. Yes, a lowdown hoedown, gasping for air; sometimes discouraging kind of a Thing.

Still, so this gets up early still raring to go, continues fighting. With Mercy in hand Forgiveness taken into the battle with this, this can't be lost. No, this effort, surely; can't be lost.

I mean; I am the true meaning I feel of a "Tired Heart" the Open actions of a Sinner. Our Creator being Himself; and; always just. As I believe undoubtedly I know He is, and in all ways does; yes; I pray that He grants all of us Mercy. Just as much, if and when, and just exactly wherever we are still, deserving.

Even though time may further wither and placate before us within this moment. Beholden may His Grace bring us the Merry Day we all fall laying broken before His Goodness.

Shadows they play mid the Sun's subtle and ominous tones. Freedom telling tells always of more Time. Whether this all be Mordant, or albeit by any future tense that all lay still Dormant.

Yes to tell you the truth whatever I have deemed alone so far myself in my lifetime to be of eminent promise, and of quiet virtue — is still but only a tale that I've fetched up again to be my Merry Placate towards our peace together. Even if this effort all still, but for merely for myself, sometimes.

Yes gathered up from the ominous hollo of the wandering Winds. All told in the futility of my mind Infinitely far and aways beyond the Timelessness of Their True Prudence. All told, of our Creators Love, and of the continuing and consistent enchantment, of His Awesome Grace.

That which I would delight myself in the hands of Today, and for the remainder of these; even; ever-more greater days; if ever, and wherever, and whenever, were they all; to come to pass.

Yes, anyone can unite physically and do quite well at this. Not everyone can Love. Because to Love is better, the offering when surrendering away everything.

Bartering all that you have in the name of true love is to take a consistent and continuing risk, to gain, fully and; evermore all things within any moment ultimately or this is to lose everything within but for the run, of the brevity of any moment.

Albeit as this may be; living life to the best of your ability is to move towards this fixed position aforementioned and ever-forthcoming. Yielding, an open heart.

Keeping this effort open ever-graciously and continually; in the consistent, and continuing, service for another, for a foe, or, for a friend, or for a child of our Creator whatever, woman, or man.

Now with youth, this will always prevail as with wisdom, they'll never be the same. Call this all common ground or equal, one fight will obscure rather than observe the view, of the continuing righteousness of the other.

"Lest there be Mercy, they'll be only another day, of cold feet; and misery."

Because you know I feel now to know love is to cherish the gift; of the continuing allowance of the very treasure that this is, to remain open to learning. To own the face brimming over with the pleasure of this delight. Y
es, but to be certain also to oppose this as well, it's always a person's surrendered right.

Supported, and surrendered to them infinitely, by our Creator.

Because yes; jovial now I know the truth, yes the only difference today remains to be the indifference I know that we all carry for all of those certain people, and or those many certain and honest, things. Empowered and entrusted to each one of us by God for our own fulfillment of the world's society as a whole.

Yes, the way that I've seen we all do when we defile for each one, and or another, all-included with ourselves; our certain Creator-supported, and surrendered; individuality.

You carry me I carry you. Yes, because I hunger to offer another their freedom, comfort same as anyone would, yes as they have often done themselves with me.

So Father I pray, like I was in the beginning, as I am the same now and would hope to be this way through You in the future, alone with Your guidance. Yes, with this will that You support and have surendered to me. This is my only prayer, for; myself: "To remain innocent, responsible for what I write if; I want to continue to be a writer.

Oh the jest, oh the joy, oh the fun than when I keep this in mind, the reader.

Yes, because yes; woe to some they would rather not care but I would always dare to console and so it goes, the blessing. Because truly I can only pray now, never to be at all brash; with another.

Yes, because I'm finding what spun is merely stitched for the mending. Yes it all starts with one, one thread weaving through another. All sewn; with our Creator's Love for all of us.

Yes, for the redemption of all life, within; its continuing innocence, and; for this effort to remain to be the reflection, of His Goodness, within us, within all life!

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