Reverance.

Reverence.

Veneration.

Devotion.

The truth of “it” all. Cuts like the knife. Of a bow and arrow. May. Or might. Come. In the form of a straight shooter…

Time will tell. Repetitious-ly so in blood curdled repetitions.

It. Always does.

Separate the man from the boys. Separate the believers who strive for a belief but fall short or are insecure of all that it may mean or have meant.

A straight shooter. How will a mortal and a human know the measure of a man.

When to pull the trigger? Click a bait? Decide a decision?

Of and on the life of another.

The question of today implores each and every one of us to reach deep inside our souls for an answer. The answer is messy if and until and if we can come to the terms of what this all means. Down here.

Ironically.

The intent is the “easy” part.

Why?

Because the soul holds the card.

Humans. Imperfect as we are. And. We. Are. Imperfect.

No matter how much we preach and murmur and wave and sway in the goodness of truth. On the many waves of expression. We find challenges. And we do. To prove we know. The Him we believers hope to know. In the end it’s all that matters.

Except. We arrogantly continue to “put on a good show.” For the Go Fund Me Page of followers. The click bait ledgers of proof. The hope they see me kids page.

For the “other” fellow men we intend to draw into our web of believance.

(Yea. Just attempted to make up a word.) Maybe the descendants of Webster will “pick it up.” Forgive me.

And.

Maybe not.

I am thinking.”Not.”

As in the stakes are too high and the hands waving too high and the belted out tunes of bellies have taken on whole new meaning of:

”Pick me. PICK ME.!!”

After all. I am telling you what you need to know. To some, I may sound angry. To others, I may sound “normal.

I am angry.

I am not always right. I blunder and flounder with the best of us seekers.

Right?

I dunno. Alway. As He professes. Your choice. Your call.

In 2025. Hungry has taken on a whole new meaning. And. The skinny girl or guy may best do self justice to really see what is going on. Or.At the least. See. What is happening.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul leaves someone’s plate,

EMPTY.

With the righteous looking the other way of having never noticed in the first place because they, themselves spend too much time speaking,

FIRST PLACE. Of the self- fulfilling prophesying.

It is divisive to say the least.

It is hateful, to say the least.

Of potential truth of what has been happening.

Enter.

The God lovers.

Who have more kids than they can handle but the weary leave the kids on the hooks and ladders for others to,

”Take care of.”

And

Now.

We are where we are.

With the “worship-mongers” singing and ever more flailing and desperately and much too loudly seeking sometimes aimless answers. For the sane person to clearly hear that they themselves took the easy way out. Falsely pushing the apple cart beyond the wheels of time, thinking that rolling stone gathers no moss. And it may.

Someone else will foot the (timely) or late bill.

But now, no, not me.

“No.

Not me.

I did my time. Now it is your time.

To do my time. So. I can “relax.”

And.

Pretend I cared, all along.

When I only cared about what was in it, for,

Me.

Yea.

Yea.

Self-centered selfishness beams strong and loud in the demons of the souls who pretend..

Yep.

We. Some. Make a whole life out of living what we do not want to come face to face with— ourself.

So. He. Forces us. One way or another to.

Come face to face with the demon staring at us in the mirror. Our own agendas. For some. Make believe foots the bill. For the aware, the engaged…..”will you know it when you see it? Sparce rules the page.

It takes your time. It takes my time. And oftentimes, the astute learner to play another off in the attempt to,

Cheat time. Cheat someone, anyway.

Father Time. BTW. He does not need to watch. We knows the hooligans and fooligans dance like crazies down here pretending. They know.

”Human beings are creatures of “time,” and we are preoccupied with that theme.” (wk)

As per written, time is problematic for the philosophers. The arrogant pretend to bat the eyes, shimmying the skits of the familial in an attempt to push the proverbial envelope and a new “vanity.”🙃

Hoping, eternally, the stupid will remain “as it were.” And the seeking become the clued in of,

Him.

It is a never ending fight, battle, even of

Good. And. Evil.

God. Is eternal.

We. Are not. Until and when His call comes. For us to, “Go home.”

Harvest.

Or.

Not.

One must decide when to “****” or get off the pot.

Seriously.

Get off the pot.

The wheel and wheel of time rustily and ricketly go round and round along the hamster wheel. Going nowhere fast.

UNTIL a moment in time changes the course of time with blood, sweat and tears.

To every season, turn, turn, turn. Yes.Things do not match the bravery of one person. Who asked Him to send himself? Leaving the others in a moment of great and utter inept confusion. Leaving love of masses behind and hopes joined at the hopes of believers. Not blinded. Real believers. Not simply “throw hands in the air and sing louder racket.” Of followers.

Why?

Homework.

He respectfully did His homework as a daily practice. And led by example.

The life of one is the life of another. One another.

Yes.

God has had to show this to us in the modern times among our distractions and overt self-importance. He.Took a moment in time, through another believer, to send His message.

We cry, rant and stomp because we miss the presence here where we can no longer see, feel and touch it.Hug its meaning. Not to mention, make any sense of the violence.

We are lost.

Now.We are left to our own devices to figure out the deep meanings of what we mean. What we really want. Through the life of another.

It is hard.

It is devastating.

It is challenging.

It sucks.

We gotta get real. For the those who have gone before us.

They are good. They were kind. They tried to tell us to be better, but we did not quite listen enough. Or closely enough, like those who loved him and Him deeply.

Now is our chance to get it right for them. He and him. And For us. As they want. And prayed for. A lot.

It is probably time to admit, our loved ones who went before us, knew better, had a “sixth” sense about right and wrong. When presented with it, we failed. They did not. Humbled does not dutifully describe their gift, the gift they left us when they left. Us.

They knew.

We.

Must continue the path to right it. Get it right. Get hate right. The stakes are higher, and those He has chosen expect us to step up to the plate and keep swinging, kicking, spouting, scouting and expressing the various and magical ways He guided us to come to His message of love. To mow down hate and its incessant tentacles.

Until then.

God knows our hearts.

It is not up to us to only be the title. It is up to us to lead by His example. In reverence of our friend and most of all, our enemy. He will take care of the fallen. The deeply fallen, too.

Let’s get to work.