The Mendacity of Hope

Cumulus was getting bigger as time went on. A life of mishmash had caught up to the moment, albeit a life that presented itself as the pinnacle of organization. Pointed, organized thought. Ordered, set in stone, a life of rigid leisure.

What lied beneath, no one knew the half of it.

Where to turn during times of despair was an empty, fruitless attempt, like- biting into an apple and finding half of a worm.

Yuck.🤢

Couldn’t hold it in, hold it together long enough to get to the next episodic life transition, yet was wondering why things were building up and not letting go.

Cumulus searched and sought for the ultimate answer in a myriad of ways. Food. Drink. Frolic. Fun. Running here. Running there. Running into. Running out of. Lies. Deceit. Deception. Passing the buck.

What lied beneath, no one knew the half of it.

The ultimate deception receptor, Cumulus built a life of taking it.

Not the good it. The all of it. The remnants and leftovers—any Cumulus could get. The moggy way in which Cumulus went about gathering the heap, the pile grew so large, that one day, standing before this blob of a mess one awakened day,

Life looked insurmountable.

The mountainous heap Cumulus produced over time was dark and ugly. Worse off, Cumulus continued to add to the pile with a deviousness and deception to share it with others—soon.

Spews were added to the pile in vile words and snarky responses of in adequate test questions. Weak moderation of leaning. The pile.

The funny thing about Cumulus is everyone loves the idea of cotton candy-like cotton-like fluffy. The fluffiness in appearance. The fluff of un substance in reality.

Oh. The early morning hours of hope, change, and all things deceit. The wondrous thing about the futile and fated moments Cumulus missed, is would Cumulus have been honest in the first place, things would have turned out so differently.

Wondrous, even. Wonderful, maybe.

Small and tiny “friends” of Cumulus often appear in the early morning hours, drifting this way and that, floating calmly in the air. A quiet time and a peaceful moment of getting back on track. No noise. Little commotion. An awe and a wonder when assessing life’s beautiful possibilities.

Sadly.

Cumulus blows right past these little friends with a stormy vengeance of win at all costs. Lie. Cheat. Steal. Whatever it takes. One can almost see with their naked eyes the fact Cumulus’s heap of destruction growing minute by minute.

The problem: Cumulus appears harmless and not important. The truth: At this point in time, however, Cumulus’s dark side had been turning the tide of white puffy glory, into a dark-filled mess of jealousy and envy.

What lied beneath, no one knew the half of it.

Cumulus grew bigger and bigger, darker and darker, with each passing day. The deadline was looming…….Wherein the small, tiny, white cotton candy puffy bursts of hope woke early to seize a beautiful day…..the big guys has different plans.

Plans to destroy.

Behind the scenes, Cumulus had been gathering so much of a heap of lies and cheat, the group grew into a giant Cumulonimbus.

Yes. A Cumulonimbus. A hugeness movement of deceit and destruction. Hazardous. Massive. With the ability to creat lie storms of which no man has ever seen.

By the grace of God. There stood a fine and tiny little cumulus. Unafraid to stand alone. Alto arrived on the scene of Cumulus and the Cumulonimbus destruction game. To set the record straight in the interest only of peace and harmony.

Adamance was Altocumulus game. Positive in the constant state of Cumulus and the constant games of deceit and destroy. Positivity in the direst of the force of Cumulus lies and smugness.

Altocumulus knew from experience this would not be an easy task when around the depression of Cumulus. And now. The Cumulonimubus’s attempts to underhandedly undermined the happiness of so many.

How?

Altocumulus knew a guy.😃

And this guy was no match for Cumulus and the Cumulonimbuse crowd.

Altocumulus hung around this guy who taught the meaning, the supernatural meaning of forgiveness. Divine, yes. Religious, yes, too. Social, yes. Self-forgiving, yes, too. Altocumulus knew that in order to live a life of peace amongst all, these four possibilities must grow each and every day. Positivity. Possibilities positivity only few when the Cumulus lies and deceit stopped.(wk)

Altocumulus floated along in the greatness of his guy. For those who may not know. The real guy, his name is God. He has a right hand guy, too.

His son Jesus. Together they learned the valuable lessons of a life well lived. By and through mistakes made and feelings hurt. Friends lost and lives destroyed but lifted back up with the idea that forgives is best when shared by the truth.

The Three C’s: Conversion. Confession. Celebration.

Partly.

The highest form of forgiveness is to realize.

The highest form of forgiveness is to realize the other committed a mistake out of ignorance, and have a sense of compassion for them.(rs)

Wait a minute.

Is this even possible?

Cumulus struggles with this daily because in thinking and acting with deceit, and in forming a Cumulonimbus group of like mindedness, the dark destruction only grew meaner, angrier.

Stupid.

With a level of ignorance no man can understand. What Cumulus did not learn, was a peace that passes understanding lies deep within the heart. The soul. Tangible. Sharing. Wondrous. Beautiful,

A heaping hoard of dark piled deceit is a lesson in futile fervor. Cumulus allowed it to grow and grow and grow until the lies and deceit became too, too much.

A big pile.💩

Fabrication of themselves as the answer to all the ills. (pf) because Cumulus scoffed at the guy closest to him and ran around with the wrong crowd. Making up a god they thought they could handle rather than following the true and almighty God. The guy who wholly and goodly has existed for thousands of years.

Cumulus and the Cumulonimus and the arrogance they deceive knows no bounds. Altocumulus arrives on the scene just in time to show them the right way.

What lied beneath, no one knew the half of it.

To error is human. To forgive is divine.

God has a plan.

Stay tuned.