Someone has used a green highlighter for emphasis . Maybe you did this before, when you knew how to handle the communication.Maybe someone who with angelic kindness meant to call attention to you. A mother perhaps or grandmother. Someone called out your name to be heard in the cloud of witnesses, hoping to make the echo course upward to the foot of the throne of grace.
There is a drone that hums on...constant. Like the sound of bees in a hive, we are very loud collectively.We make it hard to be distinguished simply by our sheer volume,our chatter.We are all extremely buzy.Even sitting still, we perform a cacophony of static, no meaning discipherable...it is not intended to be.
We keep occupied so we can forget that , at present, our footprint is small. In the heavenlies, our spiritual footprint is very small.With hardly an impression, we generally are assisted by ancestors who can't render a drop of water,but can give a word.Like that one on page 789,243,135,790 paragraph 3-sentence 4-word seven.
If we look carefully inward we can read that measly word. What does it say? Forgotten,Lazy, Tired,Withered,Lost,Broken,Wretched,Blind,Naked?This means us,and we know this????
Criminal negligence, Run for your life, the sky is falling. Stop drop and roll!Crawl on your belly all the days of your shadow.
And we are shadow. Not one effectual movement.We grasp and have nothing.We cry to a concrete ,soundproffed ceiling walls floor. All good works being evasive reflection.We are anti-matter.Vapor. Every man at his best state is but a vapor.Surely every man walks about like a shadow, surely they buzy themselves in vain.He heaps up riches- and does not know who will gather them.
Hear my prayer Oh Lord and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with you. A sojourner as all my fathers and mothers were.Remove your plague from me . That I may regain strength. Before I go away , and am no more.
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