An Honest Fate Verity Chapter 10 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

I am a maker, I follow my own marker. I walk with all life on one side of the line or the other and I've noticed through my shortcomings, that I alone couldn't pass myself out of my own bottom.

I've noticed also that one hand always washes the other.

I claim only one Savior, one Saint, one Guide; Jesus My Holy Father, our example of working together with our Creator, with all life, with one another. Yes; I work to settle for nothing less. On Thee, I know that all of my waywardness; can always rest; and; always bet upon these, consistent, and continuing efforts.

Yes, friend, true Love, I'm finding upholds but one barrier, one barter, all blessing, and luck. Through all trials and efforts, it remains as innocent as it is open. Consequences, mark the growth of the soul if all of these efforts are honestly allowed. One mystery God only knows the true depths of; anything else is just hearsay. To live this way is to live but only one way; to apply ourselves to all aft proposals all leading towards a consistent and continuous surrender.

Friends yes; they will all hold you in whatever the thick of it. Fare weathered acquaintances often times have no inclusion of this choice in mind. Relying only on the good times. Baring no other security for you but this, as they define this. This is why I live and let live most of the time that is.

I can blame no one knowing the ways I have been, and sometimes still am you know, Heaven forbid. Because the idle eye sees beyond what two forlorn, can bring. Yes, aptly enlightened there is nothing it cannot perceive. Fields of green promenade mid-valley assents; all unto distant hilltops. Summit mountains submit to servant skies. Oh, and if only our Creator is Willing they're all found blessing Him, and so here this comes now; the quiet hush of the rain.

Patience cradles each of us and frees the mind! Tap tap tapping His Hope is the Peace offered to all of His Creation. All while tired; His children sleep. When looking, our Creator's Love is as trusting, endearing, forthcoming as the wind is fierce tender as a newborn angel; spreading its wings. Prayer breathes fire and rain offers silence, grass weed and leaves bound as one, make up the perfect soil; kept under the proper pressure.

That which is spun is merely stitched for the mending. Our Creator's Love and Time, the effort offered, our Creator's Grace makes for a fine blessing now, tomorrow. Winter yes reminds indemnifies, Summer remains Honest, Open; Willing. Fuzzy mold blackened mildew; pollen, water, Sunshine echo in the Spirit of Spring; Autumn; uplifts, leafs' all fall Felicitous. Beauty and Hope all delight themselves if ever more than truly needed this way eternally; all in dingy places.

Honesty, not but why, but why not? Oh, what Wealth, Majesty, cascading down crystal streams mossy green, rushing all across alabaster rock faces. Yes, Shh, the Master weeps. Mother Earth She bleeds. Time Patient, oh, what of Virtue of Peace? Carry me on to know this, bellow out the streams. So now I also get carried away. Because what if Love did not deliver, and Hope were all deemed by our Creator not to carry this one provision?

Yes, what if Time did not allow for our Creator's Grace, and what if the Forgetfulness of His Forgiveness would not rescue us at all, nor any part or piece of this life? What if bitterness reviled forever the soul for the whole of the believer. Yes, what else would be left friend; if there were no other choice, but the dread continuing of the permanent seclusion of ourselves lost forever within the cold chill of our bitterness?

So why all the division now; the bitter hate, disgrace, and or all of our indifference towards these things, towards our Creator, towards one another?

This all seems to me still that He's Spoken, still, we do not listen.

We gather our things, we cloud our minds with them. We come askance of our Creator, for this same request in jest. Though we cannot fathom His Patient answer. Yes, yet and still we cry out, just as He does; for the proper order.

Because yes, were Love not endearing, and death the end of all, life would not continually offer more than this one presumption.

Woe to be the dove carried along, by peddling Winds. I know not the Freedom. Yes, time scoffing hearing the faithful Willow, I pray I'd be found as well reaching driven my soul; always seeking; moreover still thirsting His Peace, drowning all of us.

No, I still haven't any true knowledge of the Heavens, no, just my simpleminded scorn. Windblown my shutters dangling my faith, grow, weary. One day I will lay down in open fields of flower, and green, the offering, my all still hoping, our Creator allowing me to rest in peace and freedom, and Harmony with Him.

Yes, I am fallen; the tree in the Woods spoken for way, way past too long ago; crashing down yelling though the moment you never heard me look again there will I be smitten still, and yet; as another; whatever surrounding I land wherever therein might it be; here, there, now.

Search your heart, friend, come find Me.

"Click"-"clack" "clack" "Overt, wisdom is not patient, to fond reflection, of itself alone." "So-is the way of the chopstick. Lying down there so defined, hands sick; Hear their plea, they cry Mercy; use me."

Careless sometimes the hand of condition. Innocence, of heart; all smacked up of hate, bygone days race on by. Lying open, Mercy! Love rejoices, cry's! True Innocence Remains Open! This Hope the wind carries on its whisper!

"Yes, Blind" juries out, breakfast's on, behind me rising the Sun." "Presently, friends, my heart grateful is open!"

Brandi, addicted; robbing stealing-from no one; ultimately from-her self, running, floundering around throwing her very life away! "Beauty the word could never do her justice, running that same game every day, and night. It was the sixth day already of no sleep for her when I met her, found her. So often a different Bo. Some sums of money good some sometimes really good, running that same old trick. So is the crack I hope for her sake her child's, her husband's heart; probably aching. Because I believe he's still honest enough to treat her nice.

For just over three hundred dollars I allowed her to take me too. And sadly, you know the next time you can bet she won't be open either. And that her shame compounded; left alone within her; this still won't save her. Yes, because this is certain; she doesn't know; quietly, her tears have been buried their scars have all but grown over.

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Yes, and so as I know now our Creator's passion for an abiding verity, liberates. Yes, and; knowing this as well that knowledge realizes for itself having only a feeble grasp, on the truth, and limited power, and wisdom and being honest with itself in and through this reality. Seeing that in the grander scheme of things, through our Creator, it truly in reality for itself doesn't know anything, of anything.

Yes, and being humbled by this now and open to something greater. This is made willing and able to learn, the certain prospects, and broader aspect of truth that means everything. Yes, and as it is His given us, then ours to give His forgiveness. This is the fruit of His clemency. As it emancipates all of our knaveries, in all of their tomfooleries.

Yes, and so just like everyone I believe; living like this I fight with this and these principals and my faithfulness, to our Creator and to the pureness of His Love, every day upon awakening, more; or less.

Even though yes still I know, given my only chance through Him for perfect innocence, with my blaring frailties, at present killing any probable future rising up from within me.

Still reeling from my shortcomings, usually, that are always arising from within me from the ashes of the past. Seeing this now, I still, being blinded by them I find I am frightfully often fighting Him and this, and these facts. Yes, and knowing myself and knowing no other viable future, without Him.

His love, exults for me, all of us I believe, a true, permanent and abundant freedom and universal peace, and liberty.

Yes, and remaining honorable, adhering to this principle, I believe it awaits openly, rising up each moment to greet Him. Is always hopeful and willingly revels in His patient coaxing of all of us to try and be as open in all we do as well individually. Wanting, just like Him, in all honesty; only the best for another and for ourselves.

Believing, along with me as I am realizing now myself today! That; His Grace, always provides for everyone the same opportunity. And as it moves freely, it sets aside the veritable; and inevitable, and so I feel Grace abides in the overt nature of our Creator's Consistent and Continuing Love. Finding its refuge in the eminent fortune, of even more beautiful things to come.

"Because yes; I am finding that to truly Love, is to be free!"

Yes to Love completely is to cherish the innocence within, and all abounding. through embracing our Creator just as He is, as well as, myself, and all others, and the veritable nature of this His world fully. At its and mine all of ours our most vulnerable.

And yes, so I know that through my schooling, and through Him. Like me, now, I believe having no other choice tides are surrendered themselves, to the greater gravity of the Sun. And yes, so still I know as well rising up honoring Him; all of us; all of this world. Rising up to greet them scrubbing the shorelines, blessing the life therein; through this process, they are, graciously cleans themselves.

As in turn, they are washed out to Sea, again blessing all the life within as they again are brought to rise back up through Him to greet them again behind the combined pull and timely rotation of this and the Earth on the enchanting nature of the Moon.

All for the perfect reason.

So knowing true love I feel is to accept its hand, and dance felicitously amid the tenderness of its reflection. Yes; because what is more, important to have? "Feeling-safe!" knowing a "Perfect" conditional faith and love, mercy? Or owning the beauty of an unconditional unity with our Creator? Abiding in peace with one another, the world around us?

One that existing through His goodness, I believe now is already and in always, through Him, abounding within, and consistently surrounding all of us?

I mean if you would, look around you, and within yourself. Because yes; I have found whether rising up or drifting outward. Like myself I often do, we are all like the tides, each, in the end, running towards or away from our Creator, everywhere we are, in some way at some given time. Albeit as this may be; given whatever the matter, or eventuality.

And as I feel this is as it should be. I will know our Creator and live a righteous life, Yes, and so just as our Creator is willing; with this attitude put into practical action with Him, with all life; hoping to never again be apart from Him and His consistent and continuing Will for all life. I believe I'll be taken again back home to Him.

Even whether I am of the full understanding of this or not.

So given these facts, I know now, what my choice is to be. This is so clear to me.

Just like the tides, through Him, I must be (H)onest; with myself, (O)pen to Him, and (W)illing to ask. Yes allow, myself room for the Forgetfulness of His forgiveness and wash my hands with Him! Of any and all past present and future frailties. Then continue to revel with Him, as He brings my spirit within my body, to rise.

Until the day given His Faithfulness, Love, and Mercy my body quite simply, cannot.

Not unless given the inevitable beauty; the nature of His Sovereignty; He chooses one day to lift it Himself.

Yes, and having been awakened this morning again! Truly, though I may try, as the Sun rises and sets, upon the day! Our Creator's Love and Faithfulness, Mercy, Grace, and Forgiveness; in all of its honor and beauty. Asking me to rise, myself, and revel with Him and with you and with all life within this glorious opportunity!

Just for this moment, moment by moment, today! Yes! Having been made aware of this, the perfect beauty of His grace, this today I cannot, no I will not myself; with all that is within me, deny Him; again.

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