Written into

Your written into the story, page 789,243,135,790...paragraph 3, sentence 4, seventh word-hyphenated. Your name is in italics and then the hyphen with the condition,affliction,position.
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.

Hello

I have stopped here for a moment. I promise nothing. I am only standing still long enough to reach out . There...On ward christian soldiers marching as to war.

This is my secret. There is a red page, All red and at the bottom is a tiny little mouth. The mouth has an opening and you would need a powerful microphone to hear what comes out of it. But this is alright to the mouth. It doesn't care if its sound falls on deaf ears. The red is its heart.
The heart is huge. It is bloody red and muscular with pulsating veins that are blue and purple.It also has a constant rhythm.Boom,slosh,Boom,slosh,Boom.It never leaks.It is growing fatter,fuller,stronger. If you could see them , There are also large , rounded ears. They listen to everything you say.
With fingers, the page is flipped.
The page here is gray and strange.
This page is gray and filled. Too full to fit even a moment of ... The book comes to a halt. I stop again,flaccid.When I react to time constraints I go limp. There is too much to do.And , there is no one here to spell this out for. In this great chasm of gray , I stumble like a drunkard, disoriented and confused . What did I do a minute ago?Yesterday? I wait for a still small voice with a big heart to hear this void and fix it.Straighten out the fabric of life , iron it smooth .Then, lift it up and flap it in the hot afternoon breeze. Let it snap in the wind all day. Let it become shade for birds and children, husbands and children. Then let this be me: I hear the voice, I am enlarged, with a bloody red heart ,big ears and a tiny little mouth. Then let someone I love put their ear to my mouth so that I can say the words,'I LOVE YOU'.

Stint

I need a stint in my pulminary blood vessel. At the heart of my life there has been some compression which has caused a kink in the flow of true compassion. The stint I speak of is the word of God which causes the blood to flow freely. I don't get enough. Even if I read the bible everyday, all day,I would not get enough(that's a cop out).
First off,there is business to attend to. Always business .Responsibilities: schedules,house,garden,scoliosis,arthritis,car chores,phone chores,dog and cat chores...
There are people who make too much noise and confusion , so these, because I have the overriding business to take care of ,(for the most part) I shut off. Because I shut them off, they make more noise and confusion. I know in the smallness of my heart that they need more,more of me, and that is why they act this way. I walk to the bedroom, grab a blanket, go into the closet, close the door, wrap myself up and get into the fetal position.I don't feel better because of it.NO.
No ...No...
This is what actually happens in my good day . I get up, look at the sky and say once again,THANK YOU SO MUCH!I don't hide, but express my love with the tithes of giving and sharing,caring ,holding on. I speak hope to the weary and confused,Life to the lost and alone.Peace to the frantic and angry. God to those perishing.
I tell it like it is, " I'm in love with you everyday. You and you and you and you...etc.etc.etc.
To my own soul I say, It is well.

I am waiting for an encounter.
A shout from the roof top
a sweet drop of water on the tongue.
I am waiting to get my seat unbuckled
to get out of the chair.
to be done.
to see what fair and balanced looks like.
I am waiting , now.
A siren scream
a waking dream
a timely spoken word
like the new song , heard
I am waiting for belief to become sight.
I am waiting for light and sweet.
I am waiting for meat to replace the milk
for my sword to be placed back in its hilt.
for Peace.
I am waiting ,NOW
it is slow
but I am patient
because
I can hear the cries and feel the labor pangs.

Awe struck

Awestruck
tucked inside the belly of a whale
Jonas
having responded to every which way
our course we set in the day
regret at our bed
remorse before death
wait for answers in our rest.
And the answer is,
BLOOD
drawn while we were sleeping
still yet in sin
the transfusion was accomplished-
we succeeded death,being hooked and clubbed.
That was the accompanying result of
being left too long out of Your water.
I didn't even stop to catch my breath
I was flopping on the floor
a small dot of a fish
when all of a sudden...
vomited on the shore
white as wet skin for a long time.
Hello

stymied

cooked
stalled in halls of
fallen called
to lull and crawl
past rust and dusted pasted waste.

Once upon a time,
in a city called
Forever
lived a contrived being
made perfect
then tested
who was
you.
And although you
fried when tossed in a pan full of grease
or
rusted when sent to the bottom of the deep blue see-
YOU MADE IT AWAKE AGAIN!
it was all just a dream

stymied:any situation in which one is obstructed or frustrated

Sign Post

There's this sign post in the road.
My glasses are fogged up so that I can't read it clearly.
I think that it says STOP
but by the time I make out the third letter, I have forgotten the first two , have passed it and almost gone off the road.
In a few minutes, there is another sign post. It says basically the same thing . At least the letters seem shaped the same way , there seems to be as many as before , but the sun gets in my eyes and so I miss its meaning again.
Maybe it says Stop or maybe it says Enough ,Quiet, or Remember. I don't know and its beginning to bother me because it keeps popping up every few miles. Maybe its not there, maybe I just wish that it was,a directional to life's behavior.I want to stop the vehicle so that I can not only check the water and oil levels but also write down what it says and tuck it in my pocket.
I would begin the message with these words : Thus saith the Lord.
But then I might tear it up because, what if thus doesn't saith the Lord? What if saith thou only me? I'm thinking that if it is not tainted with a particular agenda and smells really fresh it must be from God. I need that right now. A freshening.
Here comes the sign again...
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